#revision — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #revision, aggregated by home.social.
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Un circuit électrique, c’est un chemin fermé qui permet au courant électrique de circuler. non ?
Avec electro-robot, nous vous proposons un cours complet : https://electro-robot.com/electronique/circuit-electrique
#circuit #electronique #robotique #analogique #formation #révision #cours #apprentissage #enligne #funrobot #funrobotics #theorie #brevet #généralettechnologique #generalettechnologique #ingenieur
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creates semantic nodes and clusters #STATUTE #LAW #REVISION #ACT 1898 multi-search-tag-explorer.aepiot.com/advanced-sea... AÉPIOT: INDEPENDENT SEMANTIC WEB 4.0 INFRASTRUCTURE (EST. 2009): aepiot.ro
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creates semantic nodes and clusters #STATUTE #LAW #REVISION #ACT 1898 multi-search-tag-explorer.aepiot.com/advanced-sea... AÉPIOT: INDEPENDENT SEMANTIC WEB 4.0 INFRASTRUCTURE (EST. 2009): aepiot.ro
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Das habe ich vor zwei Monaten wohl verpasst: Der Kinder- und Jugendpsychiater Michael #Winterhoff ist wegen #Körperverletzung zu 9 Monaten auf Bewährung verurteilt worden, weil er Kindern in Betreuungseinrichtungen dauerhaft ein Neuoleptikum verordnet und so ruhig gestellt hatte. Die Strafe fiel niedrig aus, weil das Gericht ihm glaubte, in "heilender Absicht" gehandelt zu haben. https://www.sueddeutsche.de/panorama/winterhoff-kinderpsychiater-urteil-bewaehrung-li.3440836
Staatsanwaltschaft und Verteidigung gehen in #Revision. https://www1.wdr.de/nrw/rheinland/urteil-prozess-kinderpsychiater-winterhoff-100.html
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Das habe ich vor zwei Monaten wohl verpasst: Der Kinder- und Jugendpsychiater Michael #Winterhoff ist wegen #Körperverletzung zu 9 Monaten auf Bewährung verurteilt worden, weil er Kindern in Betreuungseinrichtungen dauerhaft ein Neuoleptikum verordnet und so ruhig gestellt hatte. Die Strafe fiel niedrig aus, weil das Gericht ihm glaubte, in "heilender Absicht" gehandelt zu haben. https://www.sueddeutsche.de/panorama/winterhoff-kinderpsychiater-urteil-bewaehrung-li.3440836
Staatsanwaltschaft und Verteidigung gehen in #Revision. https://www1.wdr.de/nrw/rheinland/urteil-prozess-kinderpsychiater-winterhoff-100.html
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Das habe ich vor zwei Monaten wohl verpasst: Der Kinder- und Jugendpsychiater Michael #Winterhoff ist wegen #Körperverletzung zu 9 Monaten auf Bewährung verurteilt worden, weil er Kindern in Betreuungseinrichtungen dauerhaft ein Neuoleptikum verordnet und so ruhig gestellt hatte. Die Strafe fiel niedrig aus, weil das Gericht ihm glaubte, in "heilender Absicht" gehandelt zu haben. https://www.sueddeutsche.de/panorama/winterhoff-kinderpsychiater-urteil-bewaehrung-li.3440836
Staatsanwaltschaft und Verteidigung gehen in #Revision. https://www1.wdr.de/nrw/rheinland/urteil-prozess-kinderpsychiater-winterhoff-100.html
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POV: You are coding the automatic doors on your fantasy neovictorian cruiser personal project and you notice the strikeplate in the doorframe does not line up with the door latch. #unity3d #blender3d #revision #qc
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La résistance électrique est un composant essentiel pour nos cartes électroniques.
Avec electro-robot, nous vous proposons un cours complet sur ce composant magique : https://electro-robot.com/electronique/composants/resistance
#electronique #robotique #analogique #formation #révision #cours #apprentissage #electro-robot #enligne #funrobot #funrobotics #theorie #brevet #généralettechnologique #generalettechnologique #ingenieur
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Jahrelang hat sie ihre Tochter in Attendorn eingesperrt. Das Urteil und die Haftstrafe dafür will die Mutter nicht abzeptieren.#WDR #Nachrichten #Prozess #Mutter #Haft #Revision #eingesperrtes #verstecktes #Kind #Mädchen #NRW
Mutter von eingesperrtem Kind in Attendorn will fünfjährige Haftstrafe nicht akzeptieren -
https://www.europesays.com/es/513067/ Desconvocada la huelga de gasolineras para el puente de mayo #2026 #avances #BreakingNews #BreakingNews #colectivo #condiciones #convenio #desconvocan #ES #España #FeaturedNews #FeaturedNews #gasolineras #Headlines #huelga #IPC #jornada #laboral #LatestNews #LatestNews #mayo #negociacion #News #Noticias #NoticiasDestacadas #NoticiasDestacadas #puente #revisión #Sindicatos #Spain #subida #sueldo #Titulares #ÚltimasNoticias #ÚltimasNoticias
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https://www.europesays.com/es/510763/ Nuevo enfoque internacional para el tratamiento del meningioma #atencion #buscan #cada #calidad #cambio #clínicos #datos #destaca #destacando #enfoque #ES #España #expertos #futuro #han #Health #imagen #importante #innovaciones #integración #Internacional #mejorar #meningioma #moleculares #mundo #nuevo #paciente #Pacientes #patología #personalizar #realizada #resultados #revisión #Salud #Spain #todo #tratamiento #trazar #unido #vida
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"Is there a life in a size smaller than a single pixel?
This is the party (not final) version of an unusual Game Boy Advance demo first presented at Revision 2026 Wild Compo. It features effects running in a very small 96x54 region, or should I say 288x54? 😉"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyxlM9oJMIU
#Demoscene #Revision #Revision2026 #OtomataLabs #GameBoyAdvance #GameBoy -
"Is there a life in a size smaller than a single pixel?
This is the party (not final) version of an unusual Game Boy Advance demo first presented at Revision 2026 Wild Compo. It features effects running in a very small 96x54 region, or should I say 288x54? 😉"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyxlM9oJMIU
#Demoscene #Revision #Revision2026 #OtomataLabs #GameBoyAdvance #GameBoy -
"Is there a life in a size smaller than a single pixel?
This is the party (not final) version of an unusual Game Boy Advance demo first presented at Revision 2026 Wild Compo. It features effects running in a very small 96x54 region, or should I say 288x54? 😉"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyxlM9oJMIU
#Demoscene #Revision #Revision2026 #OtomataLabs #GameBoyAdvance #GameBoy -
"Is there a life in a size smaller than a single pixel?
This is the party (not final) version of an unusual Game Boy Advance demo first presented at Revision 2026 Wild Compo. It features effects running in a very small 96x54 region, or should I say 288x54? 😉"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyxlM9oJMIU
#Demoscene #Revision #Revision2026 #OtomataLabs #GameBoyAdvance #GameBoy -
"Is there a life in a size smaller than a single pixel?
This is the party (not final) version of an unusual Game Boy Advance demo first presented at Revision 2026 Wild Compo. It features effects running in a very small 96x54 region, or should I say 288x54? 😉"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyxlM9oJMIU
#Demoscene #Revision #Revision2026 #OtomataLabs #GameBoyAdvance #GameBoy -
Right now, I’m in the process of revising the first few chapters of the second part of my novel series. I’m using a customised version of @CA_Hawthorne Novel Scan. So far, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by how much more this method helps me get out of the chapters. It’s still too early to discuss the benefits of this method in depth. But even now, I like how it forces you to read a chapter through different lenses.
If you’re not yet familiar with the approach, I recommend the blog post in which Christina introduces the Novel Scan:
https://christinahawthorne.wordpress.com/2025/04/17/exploring-the-self-editing-system-part-1/
By the way: Thank you very much @CA_Hawthorne for taking the trouble to write down your revision process and share it with us.
#authors #revision #RevisionProcess #NovelScan #SelfPublishing #AuthorsLife #EverlastingRoaringThunder
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This Saturday, I'll do my annual Stream explaining #shader for #revision #showdown. But also we might have DOK that will come to explain his ! And we might talk also about the final shader that was failing from flopine as I think it's interesting to explain what happend (as much as I can explain it :D )
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Digging #marex's #shaderShowdown animations!
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El Pixel 10a no tiene protuberancia en la cámara y es perspicaz #10a #Cámara #genial #Google #hardware #PIXEL #protuberancia #Revisión #teléfonos_inteligentes #tiene #ButterWord #Spanish_News Comenta tu opinión 👇
https://butterword.com/el-pixel-10a-no-tiene-protuberancia-en-la-camara-y-es-perspicaz/?feed_id=75748&_unique_id=69c9b462c2842 -
A post to gush about new and old toys, because most of my local friends don't give a fuck:
Two weeks ago after the release of the incredible #assembly64 client for mac/winders/linux from Hackers With Style, I was so impressed with the software, I ordered a cartridge based, cycle-exact floppy drive emulator PACKED with extra features called the #1541Ultimate II+ from #Gideon's Logic.
For those not directly plugged in to the Commodorkosphere, Gideon is the genius who's creations from which the re-re-re-resurrected #commodore brand built their flagship products.
So the 1541U2 arrived two days ago. I got it set up on the C64c I've been playing with since the 1980s and connected to it from Assembly64 on my macbook over ethernet and everything worked perfectly, first try. Awesome!
44 years worth of music, graphics, demos, games and tools is a staggering amount of material to sift through, but with this combination of software and hardware, it's all at my fingertips to use immediately on real hardware by simple double-click.
This is key because as with anything, when there's a lot of it, a lot of it sucks. Instead of hours wasted scavenger hunting and unpacking disk images or even actual disks, it's all a double click away. If it sucks, no sunk cost, no frustration, just clicky clicky on the next thing and it copies over, loads and launches.
(or it can be routed to a local emulator, too... or both. Why not both? )
Anyway it's the most fun I've had with my C64 since my dad let me start using the modem back in 1990. Also no more frustrations from 40 year old floppy drives giving up mid-access, neither.
Hell this 1541U is so great, I decided to order the C64 Ultimate instead of continuing to invest in clever hacks and sketchy fixes for my ever-aging collection of OG Commodore hardware. I'm not holding my breath but it would be amazing if it showed up in time for this year's #revision easter democene party.
Anyway that's my #retro #commodore ted talk for today. If you're on the fence about buying new hardware for old computers, I can tell ya Gideon's products are worth every euro.
resources:
ultimate64.com/
assembly64.hackerswithstyle.se/assembly/index.html
www.commodore.net/
So how about you? On board with the new hotness yet? Do you love it?
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https://www.europesays.com/es/437241/ ‘Mi querida señorita’ y ‘Pioneras’: De la revisión de un clásico a la portería de cristal #anos #Entertainment #Entretenimiento #ES #España #goles #Pioneras #querida #revisión #señorita #Spain
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https://www.europesays.com/es/431989/ La azatioprina aumenta el riesgo de cáncer cutáneo en receptores de trasplante #actualizada #aumenta #azatioprina #cáncer #carcinoma #confirma #cutáneo #distinto #ES #escamoso #España #este #Health #inmunosupresor #mayor #melanoma #Pacientes #presentan #probabilidad #receptores #revisión #riesgo #Salud #sistematica #Spain #trasplante #tratados
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CAW Writers Conference 2026
Join us on March 14, 2026, for the Cartersville Area Writers 4th Annual Writers Conference! Tickets and info at CartersvilleAreaWriters.com. 9:00 am – 5:00 pm, Cartersville Civic Center. Speakers include award-winning writers Kimberly Brock, Rosemary Royston, Jessica Handler, Mickey Dubrow, and therapist Jessica Schmoll. Fan favorite silent auction is back! Catered by Southern Comforts Catering. Hurry, seating is limited!
#CAW #CartersvilleAreaWriters #WritersConference #Revision #Revising #WriteThatBook #Writers #Authors #WritingCommunity #ImposterSyndrome #PoetrytoProse
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CAW Writers Conference 2026
Join us on March 14, 2026, for the Cartersville Area Writers 4th Annual Writers Conference! Tickets and info at CartersvilleAreaWriters.com. 9:00 am – 5:00 pm, Cartersville Civic Center. Speakers include award-winning writers Kimberly Brock, Rosemary Royston, Jessica Handler, Mickey Dubrow, and therapist Jessica Schmoll. Fan favorite silent auction is back! Catered by Southern Comforts Catering. Hurry, seating is limited!
#CAW #CartersvilleAreaWriters #WritersConference #Revision #Revising #WriteThatBook #Writers #Authors #WritingCommunity #ImposterSyndrome #PoetrytoProse
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Why Are You Going to the CAW 2026 Writers Conference?
Join us on March 14, 2026, for the Cartersville Area Writers 4th Annual Writers Conference! Tickets and info at CartersvilleAreaWriters.com. 9:00 am – 5:00 pm, Cartersville Civic Center. Speakers include award-winning writers Kimberly Brock, Rosemary Royston, Jessica Handler, Mickey Dubrow, and therapist Jessica Schmoll. Fan favorite silent auction is back! Catered by Southern Comforts Catering. Hurry, seating is limited!
#CAW #CartersvilleAreaWriters #WritersConference #Revision #Revising #WriteThatBook #Writers #Authors #WritingCommunity #ImposterSyndrome #PoetrytoProse
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CAW Writers Conference 2026 – Revision as Inspiration
Join award-winning authors Jessica Handler and Mickey Dubrow for their immersive workshop “Revising as Inspiration” at the CAW 2026 Writers Conference. Revising your writing can be a joyful, inspirational experience. After all, the word “revision” means to “see again.” In this two-hour generative workshop, Handler and Dubrow will guide you through a variety of techniques for “revisioning” your prose, poetry, and lyrics. Please bring between five and ten pages of work in progress (digital or hard copy) and be prepared to enjoy hands-on writing and group discussion. Open to writers of all levels.
#CAW #CartersvilleAreaWriters #WritersConference #MickeyDubrow #JessicaHandler #Revision #Revising #WriteThatBook #Writers #Authors #WritingCommunity
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Blog post on writing today: Editing isn’t one giant fix-everything move. Different kinds of revision need different kinds of attention; trying to do it all at once is a great way to freeze. Choose your horizon!
https://silencesandsounds.blogspot.com
#AmWriting #writetips #AcademicWriting #Revision #Drafting #WritingLife #AcademicChatter #blog #Research
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Blog post on writing today: Editing isn’t one giant fix-everything move. Different kinds of revision need different kinds of attention; trying to do it all at once is a great way to freeze. Choose your horizon!
https://silencesandsounds.blogspot.com
#AmWriting #writetips #AcademicWriting #Revision #Drafting #WritingLife #AcademicChatter #blog #Research
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Blog post on writing today: Editing isn’t one giant fix-everything move. Different kinds of revision need different kinds of attention; trying to do it all at once is a great way to freeze. Choose your horizon!
https://silencesandsounds.blogspot.com
#AmWriting #writetips #AcademicWriting #Revision #Drafting #WritingLife #AcademicChatter #blog #Research
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Blog post on writing today: Editing isn’t one giant fix-everything move. Different kinds of revision need different kinds of attention; trying to do it all at once is a great way to freeze. Choose your horizon!
https://silencesandsounds.blogspot.com
#AmWriting #writetips #AcademicWriting #Revision #Drafting #WritingLife #AcademicChatter #blog #Research
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Blog post on writing today: Editing isn’t one giant fix-everything move. Different kinds of revision need different kinds of attention; trying to do it all at once is a great way to freeze. Choose your horizon!
https://silencesandsounds.blogspot.com
#AmWriting #writetips #AcademicWriting #Revision #Drafting #WritingLife #AcademicChatter #blog #Research
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Nach Freisprüchen im Prozess um Zugunglück: Staatsanwaltschaft legt Revision ein
#Bahn #Bahnunfall #Bayern #Bericht #DBInfraGO #DeutscheBahn #Entgleisung #GarmischPartenkirchen #Infrastruktur #Prozess #Revision #Staatsanwaltschaft #Unfall #Zugunglück
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Collecting the Shards
Over the past few weeks, I have published several new books. From the outside, that can look like some kind of creative superpower. Like I locked myself in a room, drank a heroic amount of coffee, and sprinted through a stack of fresh manuscripts until the world blurred and the covers appeared. That is not what happened.
What happened is quieter, slower, and a lot more like cleaning out an attic with a flashlight in your mouth.
The truth is I did not “suddenly become prolific.” I have always been prolific! It’s just that now I became willing to collect what I had already made; to re-examine what once was.
For years, my writing has lived in pieces. Some of it was unpublished, sitting in folders with names like “Draft,” “Later,” and “Fix This Someday.” Some of it was partly published, a chapter here, an essay there, a blog post that carried a whole book inside it but never got the chance to become one. Some of it was wholly, but incompletely published, meaning the words were technically out in the world, but they were not standing on their own. They were missing the surrounding structure that makes a piece feel finished, coherent, and alive.
They were shards. Living proof of the personal condemnation. “Not now, but soon.”
A shard is a funny thing. It is proof something existed, and proof something broke. It can be beautiful, but it is sharp. It does not always make sense in your hand. On its own, it is easy to dismiss. A fragment. A failed start. A leftover.
But collect enough shards and you stop holding broken glass. You start holding raw material. You start seeing a mosaic.
The container mattered
The real catalyst for this run of publishing was the new design of BolesBooks.com.
I have learned something about my own work over time. I do not just need ideas. I need a place for those ideas to live. A structure that can hold them without crushing them. A home that makes the work feel like it belongs to a larger body, not a loose pile of pages.
The new architecture of BolesBooks.com gave me that. It gave me the gravity I was missing. Suddenly, all those scattered fragments had somewhere to go. Not as orphans, not as “someday,” not as half-finished gestures, but as complete literary works that could stand on their own.
Once that clicked, the project stopped being abstract. It became practical.
Find the pieces.
Gather them.
Read them honestly.
Decide what they are.
Then do the real work.Excavation, not invention
The last few weeks have been an excavation. I have been digging through decades of writing, not with nostalgia, but with a kind of stubborn care.
It starts with scavenging. Old files. Old backups. Half-abandoned series. Notes that only made sense to the version of me who wrote them. Drafts that I avoided for years because I remembered how unfinished they felt.
Then comes sorting, which sounds simple until you try it. You discover that a “random blog post” is actually the missing middle of an argument you never completed. You find three separate essays written ten years apart that are clearly talking about the same thing, just in different moods. You find an idea that was ahead of its time for you, and another that was a dead end you kept trying to resurrect out of sheer loyalty.
This is where the illusion breaks. Publishing a lot of books quickly does not always mean you produced a lot quickly. Sometimes it means you finally stopped leaving your work scattered.
The hardest part is meeting your past self
Revisiting writing from ten or twenty years ago requires a specific kind of nerve.
You have to sit across the table from the person you used to be. Not the romantic version, the fearless younger artist, but the real one. The one with blind spots. The one who tried too hard. The one who hedged and apologized. The one who sometimes confused intensity with insight. The one who occasionally hit the nail dead-on and did not even realize it.
I found drafts where the central idea was strong, but the execution was clumsy. I found pieces where the prose had energy, but the argument underneath it was thin. I found “misplaced intentions,” moments where I was reaching for the right truth but grabbing it by the wrong handle.
That is not fun to admit. It is also unbelievably useful.
Because once you can see what is wrong, you can save what is right.
Salvage, redaction, adaptation
This is not copy and paste. It is not dumping old work into new covers.
It is salvage.
Sometimes the salvage looks like redaction. Cutting the parts that were only there to sound smart. Removing references that dated the work without adding anything. Trimming the throat-clearing and the wandering preamble. Sanding down the rough edges of insecurity and arrogance, both of which age badly.
Sometimes it looks like adaptation. A blog post becomes a chapter once it has neighbors. A short essay becomes the spine of a larger piece once it has room to breathe. A half-finished series finally gets an ending, not because the ending suddenly appears, but because I am older now and I can see what the ending was always asking for.
And sometimes it looks like rewriting from the ground up while keeping the original spark. That is the part people do not see. A “new book” can contain old bones, but the muscle is built now. The connective tissue is built now. The voice is steadier now.
This is the work of bringing shards into relationship with each other until they stop being fragments and start becoming structure.
Time is passing. Publication is now.
For a long time, I treated publication like a finish line you cross only when everything is perfect.
But perfection is a mirage that gets more expensive every year. Files decay. Links break. Formats change. Memory gets slippery. The context you were writing inside of fades. The work does not sit still while you wait. It quietly disappears.
So I have shifted my thinking.
Publication is not a victory lap. It is preservation. It is how you stop the slow rot. It is how you give your work the chance to outlive your hesitation.
With BolesBooks.com rebuilt, I finally have a place where these ideas and passions can be gathered under one umbrella and released as books that do not need apologies or footnotes to explain why they exist. They can stand on their own now. Not as pieces of something that might have been, but as a new whole thing that actually is.
What looks sudden is usually a long return
If it seems like I published a lot in a short time, that is because I did.
But the real timeline stretches back decades.
This is what it looks like when you stop abandoning your own work. When you stop leaving your best ideas trapped in bad drafts. When you take the fragments seriously enough to assemble them into something that holds.
There will be more books to come. The excavation is not finished. There are still shards out there, waiting in old folders and forgotten posts and half-written arguments that deserve to be completed.
And now, finally, they have somewhere to go.
#2026 #armAngles #attic #bolesBooks #books #davidBoles #elements #fractionalFiction #public #publishing #revision #writing -
Collecting the Shards
Over the past few weeks, I have published several new books. From the outside, that can look like some kind of creative superpower. Like I locked myself in a room, drank a heroic amount of coffee, and sprinted through a stack of fresh manuscripts until the world blurred and the covers appeared. That is not what happened.
What happened is quieter, slower, and a lot more like cleaning out an attic with a flashlight in your mouth.
The truth is I did not “suddenly become prolific.” I have always been prolific! It’s just that now I became willing to collect what I had already made; to re-examine what once was.
For years, my writing has lived in pieces. Some of it was unpublished, sitting in folders with names like “Draft,” “Later,” and “Fix This Someday.” Some of it was partly published, a chapter here, an essay there, a blog post that carried a whole book inside it but never got the chance to become one. Some of it was wholly, but incompletely published, meaning the words were technically out in the world, but they were not standing on their own. They were missing the surrounding structure that makes a piece feel finished, coherent, and alive.
They were shards. Living proof of the personal condemnation. “Not now, but soon.”
A shard is a funny thing. It is proof something existed, and proof something broke. It can be beautiful, but it is sharp. It does not always make sense in your hand. On its own, it is easy to dismiss. A fragment. A failed start. A leftover.
But collect enough shards and you stop holding broken glass. You start holding raw material. You start seeing a mosaic.
The container mattered
The real catalyst for this run of publishing was the new design of BolesBooks.com.
I have learned something about my own work over time. I do not just need ideas. I need a place for those ideas to live. A structure that can hold them without crushing them. A home that makes the work feel like it belongs to a larger body, not a loose pile of pages.
The new architecture of BolesBooks.com gave me that. It gave me the gravity I was missing. Suddenly, all those scattered fragments had somewhere to go. Not as orphans, not as “someday,” not as half-finished gestures, but as complete literary works that could stand on their own.
Once that clicked, the project stopped being abstract. It became practical.
Find the pieces.
Gather them.
Read them honestly.
Decide what they are.
Then do the real work.Excavation, not invention
The last few weeks have been an excavation. I have been digging through decades of writing, not with nostalgia, but with a kind of stubborn care.
It starts with scavenging. Old files. Old backups. Half-abandoned series. Notes that only made sense to the version of me who wrote them. Drafts that I avoided for years because I remembered how unfinished they felt.
Then comes sorting, which sounds simple until you try it. You discover that a “random blog post” is actually the missing middle of an argument you never completed. You find three separate essays written ten years apart that are clearly talking about the same thing, just in different moods. You find an idea that was ahead of its time for you, and another that was a dead end you kept trying to resurrect out of sheer loyalty.
This is where the illusion breaks. Publishing a lot of books quickly does not always mean you produced a lot quickly. Sometimes it means you finally stopped leaving your work scattered.
The hardest part is meeting your past self
Revisiting writing from ten or twenty years ago requires a specific kind of nerve.
You have to sit across the table from the person you used to be. Not the romantic version, the fearless younger artist, but the real one. The one with blind spots. The one who tried too hard. The one who hedged and apologized. The one who sometimes confused intensity with insight. The one who occasionally hit the nail dead-on and did not even realize it.
I found drafts where the central idea was strong, but the execution was clumsy. I found pieces where the prose had energy, but the argument underneath it was thin. I found “misplaced intentions,” moments where I was reaching for the right truth but grabbing it by the wrong handle.
That is not fun to admit. It is also unbelievably useful.
Because once you can see what is wrong, you can save what is right.
Salvage, redaction, adaptation
This is not copy and paste. It is not dumping old work into new covers.
It is salvage.
Sometimes the salvage looks like redaction. Cutting the parts that were only there to sound smart. Removing references that dated the work without adding anything. Trimming the throat-clearing and the wandering preamble. Sanding down the rough edges of insecurity and arrogance, both of which age badly.
Sometimes it looks like adaptation. A blog post becomes a chapter once it has neighbors. A short essay becomes the spine of a larger piece once it has room to breathe. A half-finished series finally gets an ending, not because the ending suddenly appears, but because I am older now and I can see what the ending was always asking for.
And sometimes it looks like rewriting from the ground up while keeping the original spark. That is the part people do not see. A “new book” can contain old bones, but the muscle is built now. The connective tissue is built now. The voice is steadier now.
This is the work of bringing shards into relationship with each other until they stop being fragments and start becoming structure.
Time is passing. Publication is now.
For a long time, I treated publication like a finish line you cross only when everything is perfect.
But perfection is a mirage that gets more expensive every year. Files decay. Links break. Formats change. Memory gets slippery. The context you were writing inside of fades. The work does not sit still while you wait. It quietly disappears.
So I have shifted my thinking.
Publication is not a victory lap. It is preservation. It is how you stop the slow rot. It is how you give your work the chance to outlive your hesitation.
With BolesBooks.com rebuilt, I finally have a place where these ideas and passions can be gathered under one umbrella and released as books that do not need apologies or footnotes to explain why they exist. They can stand on their own now. Not as pieces of something that might have been, but as a new whole thing that actually is.
What looks sudden is usually a long return
If it seems like I published a lot in a short time, that is because I did.
But the real timeline stretches back decades.
This is what it looks like when you stop abandoning your own work. When you stop leaving your best ideas trapped in bad drafts. When you take the fragments seriously enough to assemble them into something that holds.
There will be more books to come. The excavation is not finished. There are still shards out there, waiting in old folders and forgotten posts and half-written arguments that deserve to be completed.
And now, finally, they have somewhere to go.
#2026 #armAngles #attic #bolesBooks #books #davidBoles #elements #fractionalFiction #public #publishing #revision #writing -
Collecting the Shards
Over the past few weeks, I have published several new books. From the outside, that can look like some kind of creative superpower. Like I locked myself in a room, drank a heroic amount of coffee, and sprinted through a stack of fresh manuscripts until the world blurred and the covers appeared. That is not what happened.
What happened is quieter, slower, and a lot more like cleaning out an attic with a flashlight in your mouth.
The truth is I did not “suddenly become prolific.” I have always been prolific! It’s just that now I became willing to collect what I had already made; to re-examine what once was.
For years, my writing has lived in pieces. Some of it was unpublished, sitting in folders with names like “Draft,” “Later,” and “Fix This Someday.” Some of it was partly published, a chapter here, an essay there, a blog post that carried a whole book inside it but never got the chance to become one. Some of it was wholly, but incompletely published, meaning the words were technically out in the world, but they were not standing on their own. They were missing the surrounding structure that makes a piece feel finished, coherent, and alive.
They were shards. Living proof of the personal condemnation. “Not now, but soon.”
A shard is a funny thing. It is proof something existed, and proof something broke. It can be beautiful, but it is sharp. It does not always make sense in your hand. On its own, it is easy to dismiss. A fragment. A failed start. A leftover.
But collect enough shards and you stop holding broken glass. You start holding raw material. You start seeing a mosaic.
The container mattered
The real catalyst for this run of publishing was the new design of BolesBooks.com.
I have learned something about my own work over time. I do not just need ideas. I need a place for those ideas to live. A structure that can hold them without crushing them. A home that makes the work feel like it belongs to a larger body, not a loose pile of pages.
The new architecture of BolesBooks.com gave me that. It gave me the gravity I was missing. Suddenly, all those scattered fragments had somewhere to go. Not as orphans, not as “someday,” not as half-finished gestures, but as complete literary works that could stand on their own.
Once that clicked, the project stopped being abstract. It became practical.
Find the pieces.
Gather them.
Read them honestly.
Decide what they are.
Then do the real work.Excavation, not invention
The last few weeks have been an excavation. I have been digging through decades of writing, not with nostalgia, but with a kind of stubborn care.
It starts with scavenging. Old files. Old backups. Half-abandoned series. Notes that only made sense to the version of me who wrote them. Drafts that I avoided for years because I remembered how unfinished they felt.
Then comes sorting, which sounds simple until you try it. You discover that a “random blog post” is actually the missing middle of an argument you never completed. You find three separate essays written ten years apart that are clearly talking about the same thing, just in different moods. You find an idea that was ahead of its time for you, and another that was a dead end you kept trying to resurrect out of sheer loyalty.
This is where the illusion breaks. Publishing a lot of books quickly does not always mean you produced a lot quickly. Sometimes it means you finally stopped leaving your work scattered.
The hardest part is meeting your past self
Revisiting writing from ten or twenty years ago requires a specific kind of nerve.
You have to sit across the table from the person you used to be. Not the romantic version, the fearless younger artist, but the real one. The one with blind spots. The one who tried too hard. The one who hedged and apologized. The one who sometimes confused intensity with insight. The one who occasionally hit the nail dead-on and did not even realize it.
I found drafts where the central idea was strong, but the execution was clumsy. I found pieces where the prose had energy, but the argument underneath it was thin. I found “misplaced intentions,” moments where I was reaching for the right truth but grabbing it by the wrong handle.
That is not fun to admit. It is also unbelievably useful.
Because once you can see what is wrong, you can save what is right.
Salvage, redaction, adaptation
This is not copy and paste. It is not dumping old work into new covers.
It is salvage.
Sometimes the salvage looks like redaction. Cutting the parts that were only there to sound smart. Removing references that dated the work without adding anything. Trimming the throat-clearing and the wandering preamble. Sanding down the rough edges of insecurity and arrogance, both of which age badly.
Sometimes it looks like adaptation. A blog post becomes a chapter once it has neighbors. A short essay becomes the spine of a larger piece once it has room to breathe. A half-finished series finally gets an ending, not because the ending suddenly appears, but because I am older now and I can see what the ending was always asking for.
And sometimes it looks like rewriting from the ground up while keeping the original spark. That is the part people do not see. A “new book” can contain old bones, but the muscle is built now. The connective tissue is built now. The voice is steadier now.
This is the work of bringing shards into relationship with each other until they stop being fragments and start becoming structure.
Time is passing. Publication is now.
For a long time, I treated publication like a finish line you cross only when everything is perfect.
But perfection is a mirage that gets more expensive every year. Files decay. Links break. Formats change. Memory gets slippery. The context you were writing inside of fades. The work does not sit still while you wait. It quietly disappears.
So I have shifted my thinking.
Publication is not a victory lap. It is preservation. It is how you stop the slow rot. It is how you give your work the chance to outlive your hesitation.
With BolesBooks.com rebuilt, I finally have a place where these ideas and passions can be gathered under one umbrella and released as books that do not need apologies or footnotes to explain why they exist. They can stand on their own now. Not as pieces of something that might have been, but as a new whole thing that actually is.
What looks sudden is usually a long return
If it seems like I published a lot in a short time, that is because I did.
But the real timeline stretches back decades.
This is what it looks like when you stop abandoning your own work. When you stop leaving your best ideas trapped in bad drafts. When you take the fragments seriously enough to assemble them into something that holds.
There will be more books to come. The excavation is not finished. There are still shards out there, waiting in old folders and forgotten posts and half-written arguments that deserve to be completed.
And now, finally, they have somewhere to go.
#2026 #armAngles #attic #bolesBooks #books #davidBoles #elements #fractionalFiction #public #publishing #revision #writing -
Collecting the Shards
Over the past few weeks, I have published several new books. From the outside, that can look like some kind of creative superpower. Like I locked myself in a room, drank a heroic amount of coffee, and sprinted through a stack of fresh manuscripts until the world blurred and the covers appeared. That is not what happened.
What happened is quieter, slower, and a lot more like cleaning out an attic with a flashlight in your mouth.
The truth is I did not “suddenly become prolific.” I have always been prolific! It’s just that now I became willing to collect what I had already made; to re-examine what once was.
For years, my writing has lived in pieces. Some of it was unpublished, sitting in folders with names like “Draft,” “Later,” and “Fix This Someday.” Some of it was partly published, a chapter here, an essay there, a blog post that carried a whole book inside it but never got the chance to become one. Some of it was wholly, but incompletely published, meaning the words were technically out in the world, but they were not standing on their own. They were missing the surrounding structure that makes a piece feel finished, coherent, and alive.
They were shards. Living proof of the personal condemnation. “Not now, but soon.”
A shard is a funny thing. It is proof something existed, and proof something broke. It can be beautiful, but it is sharp. It does not always make sense in your hand. On its own, it is easy to dismiss. A fragment. A failed start. A leftover.
But collect enough shards and you stop holding broken glass. You start holding raw material. You start seeing a mosaic.
The container mattered
The real catalyst for this run of publishing was the new design of BolesBooks.com.
I have learned something about my own work over time. I do not just need ideas. I need a place for those ideas to live. A structure that can hold them without crushing them. A home that makes the work feel like it belongs to a larger body, not a loose pile of pages.
The new architecture of BolesBooks.com gave me that. It gave me the gravity I was missing. Suddenly, all those scattered fragments had somewhere to go. Not as orphans, not as “someday,” not as half-finished gestures, but as complete literary works that could stand on their own.
Once that clicked, the project stopped being abstract. It became practical.
Find the pieces.
Gather them.
Read them honestly.
Decide what they are.
Then do the real work.Excavation, not invention
The last few weeks have been an excavation. I have been digging through decades of writing, not with nostalgia, but with a kind of stubborn care.
It starts with scavenging. Old files. Old backups. Half-abandoned series. Notes that only made sense to the version of me who wrote them. Drafts that I avoided for years because I remembered how unfinished they felt.
Then comes sorting, which sounds simple until you try it. You discover that a “random blog post” is actually the missing middle of an argument you never completed. You find three separate essays written ten years apart that are clearly talking about the same thing, just in different moods. You find an idea that was ahead of its time for you, and another that was a dead end you kept trying to resurrect out of sheer loyalty.
This is where the illusion breaks. Publishing a lot of books quickly does not always mean you produced a lot quickly. Sometimes it means you finally stopped leaving your work scattered.
The hardest part is meeting your past self
Revisiting writing from ten or twenty years ago requires a specific kind of nerve.
You have to sit across the table from the person you used to be. Not the romantic version, the fearless younger artist, but the real one. The one with blind spots. The one who tried too hard. The one who hedged and apologized. The one who sometimes confused intensity with insight. The one who occasionally hit the nail dead-on and did not even realize it.
I found drafts where the central idea was strong, but the execution was clumsy. I found pieces where the prose had energy, but the argument underneath it was thin. I found “misplaced intentions,” moments where I was reaching for the right truth but grabbing it by the wrong handle.
That is not fun to admit. It is also unbelievably useful.
Because once you can see what is wrong, you can save what is right.
Salvage, redaction, adaptation
This is not copy and paste. It is not dumping old work into new covers.
It is salvage.
Sometimes the salvage looks like redaction. Cutting the parts that were only there to sound smart. Removing references that dated the work without adding anything. Trimming the throat-clearing and the wandering preamble. Sanding down the rough edges of insecurity and arrogance, both of which age badly.
Sometimes it looks like adaptation. A blog post becomes a chapter once it has neighbors. A short essay becomes the spine of a larger piece once it has room to breathe. A half-finished series finally gets an ending, not because the ending suddenly appears, but because I am older now and I can see what the ending was always asking for.
And sometimes it looks like rewriting from the ground up while keeping the original spark. That is the part people do not see. A “new book” can contain old bones, but the muscle is built now. The connective tissue is built now. The voice is steadier now.
This is the work of bringing shards into relationship with each other until they stop being fragments and start becoming structure.
Time is passing. Publication is now.
For a long time, I treated publication like a finish line you cross only when everything is perfect.
But perfection is a mirage that gets more expensive every year. Files decay. Links break. Formats change. Memory gets slippery. The context you were writing inside of fades. The work does not sit still while you wait. It quietly disappears.
So I have shifted my thinking.
Publication is not a victory lap. It is preservation. It is how you stop the slow rot. It is how you give your work the chance to outlive your hesitation.
With BolesBooks.com rebuilt, I finally have a place where these ideas and passions can be gathered under one umbrella and released as books that do not need apologies or footnotes to explain why they exist. They can stand on their own now. Not as pieces of something that might have been, but as a new whole thing that actually is.
What looks sudden is usually a long return
If it seems like I published a lot in a short time, that is because I did.
But the real timeline stretches back decades.
This is what it looks like when you stop abandoning your own work. When you stop leaving your best ideas trapped in bad drafts. When you take the fragments seriously enough to assemble them into something that holds.
There will be more books to come. The excavation is not finished. There are still shards out there, waiting in old folders and forgotten posts and half-written arguments that deserve to be completed.
And now, finally, they have somewhere to go.
#2026 #armAngles #attic #bolesBooks #books #davidBoles #elements #fractionalFiction #public #publishing #revision #writing -
Collecting the Shards
Over the past few weeks, I have published several new books. From the outside, that can look like some kind of creative superpower. Like I locked myself in a room, drank a heroic amount of coffee, and sprinted through a stack of fresh manuscripts until the world blurred and the covers appeared. That is not what happened.
What happened is quieter, slower, and a lot more like cleaning out an attic with a flashlight in your mouth.
The truth is I did not “suddenly become prolific.” I have always been prolific! It’s just that now I became willing to collect what I had already made; to re-examine what once was.
For years, my writing has lived in pieces. Some of it was unpublished, sitting in folders with names like “Draft,” “Later,” and “Fix This Someday.” Some of it was partly published, a chapter here, an essay there, a blog post that carried a whole book inside it but never got the chance to become one. Some of it was wholly, but incompletely published, meaning the words were technically out in the world, but they were not standing on their own. They were missing the surrounding structure that makes a piece feel finished, coherent, and alive.
They were shards. Living proof of the personal condemnation. “Not now, but soon.”
A shard is a funny thing. It is proof something existed, and proof something broke. It can be beautiful, but it is sharp. It does not always make sense in your hand. On its own, it is easy to dismiss. A fragment. A failed start. A leftover.
But collect enough shards and you stop holding broken glass. You start holding raw material. You start seeing a mosaic.
The container mattered
The real catalyst for this run of publishing was the new design of BolesBooks.com.
I have learned something about my own work over time. I do not just need ideas. I need a place for those ideas to live. A structure that can hold them without crushing them. A home that makes the work feel like it belongs to a larger body, not a loose pile of pages.
The new architecture of BolesBooks.com gave me that. It gave me the gravity I was missing. Suddenly, all those scattered fragments had somewhere to go. Not as orphans, not as “someday,” not as half-finished gestures, but as complete literary works that could stand on their own.
Once that clicked, the project stopped being abstract. It became practical.
Find the pieces.
Gather them.
Read them honestly.
Decide what they are.
Then do the real work.Excavation, not invention
The last few weeks have been an excavation. I have been digging through decades of writing, not with nostalgia, but with a kind of stubborn care.
It starts with scavenging. Old files. Old backups. Half-abandoned series. Notes that only made sense to the version of me who wrote them. Drafts that I avoided for years because I remembered how unfinished they felt.
Then comes sorting, which sounds simple until you try it. You discover that a “random blog post” is actually the missing middle of an argument you never completed. You find three separate essays written ten years apart that are clearly talking about the same thing, just in different moods. You find an idea that was ahead of its time for you, and another that was a dead end you kept trying to resurrect out of sheer loyalty.
This is where the illusion breaks. Publishing a lot of books quickly does not always mean you produced a lot quickly. Sometimes it means you finally stopped leaving your work scattered.
The hardest part is meeting your past self
Revisiting writing from ten or twenty years ago requires a specific kind of nerve.
You have to sit across the table from the person you used to be. Not the romantic version, the fearless younger artist, but the real one. The one with blind spots. The one who tried too hard. The one who hedged and apologized. The one who sometimes confused intensity with insight. The one who occasionally hit the nail dead-on and did not even realize it.
I found drafts where the central idea was strong, but the execution was clumsy. I found pieces where the prose had energy, but the argument underneath it was thin. I found “misplaced intentions,” moments where I was reaching for the right truth but grabbing it by the wrong handle.
That is not fun to admit. It is also unbelievably useful.
Because once you can see what is wrong, you can save what is right.
Salvage, redaction, adaptation
This is not copy and paste. It is not dumping old work into new covers.
It is salvage.
Sometimes the salvage looks like redaction. Cutting the parts that were only there to sound smart. Removing references that dated the work without adding anything. Trimming the throat-clearing and the wandering preamble. Sanding down the rough edges of insecurity and arrogance, both of which age badly.
Sometimes it looks like adaptation. A blog post becomes a chapter once it has neighbors. A short essay becomes the spine of a larger piece once it has room to breathe. A half-finished series finally gets an ending, not because the ending suddenly appears, but because I am older now and I can see what the ending was always asking for.
And sometimes it looks like rewriting from the ground up while keeping the original spark. That is the part people do not see. A “new book” can contain old bones, but the muscle is built now. The connective tissue is built now. The voice is steadier now.
This is the work of bringing shards into relationship with each other until they stop being fragments and start becoming structure.
Time is passing. Publication is now.
For a long time, I treated publication like a finish line you cross only when everything is perfect.
But perfection is a mirage that gets more expensive every year. Files decay. Links break. Formats change. Memory gets slippery. The context you were writing inside of fades. The work does not sit still while you wait. It quietly disappears.
So I have shifted my thinking.
Publication is not a victory lap. It is preservation. It is how you stop the slow rot. It is how you give your work the chance to outlive your hesitation.
With BolesBooks.com rebuilt, I finally have a place where these ideas and passions can be gathered under one umbrella and released as books that do not need apologies or footnotes to explain why they exist. They can stand on their own now. Not as pieces of something that might have been, but as a new whole thing that actually is.
What looks sudden is usually a long return
If it seems like I published a lot in a short time, that is because I did.
But the real timeline stretches back decades.
This is what it looks like when you stop abandoning your own work. When you stop leaving your best ideas trapped in bad drafts. When you take the fragments seriously enough to assemble them into something that holds.
There will be more books to come. The excavation is not finished. There are still shards out there, waiting in old folders and forgotten posts and half-written arguments that deserve to be completed.
And now, finally, they have somewhere to go.
#2026 #armAngles #attic #bolesBooks #books #davidBoles #elements #fractionalFiction #public #publishing #revision #writing -
Salud revisa fórmulas infantiles en Costa Rica ante alertas internacionales
Actualmente existen reportes internacionales sobre contaminación bacteriana en algunos lotes de fórmulas infailes de Nestlé NAN distribuidos en 23 países de Europa, Turquía y Argentina.
La entrada Salud revisa fórmulas infantiles en Costa Rica ante alertas internacionales aparece primero en Semanario Universidad.#AlertaInternacional #FórmulaInfantil #MinisterioDeSalud #País #Revisión
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Salud revisa fórmulas infantiles en Costa Rica ante alertas internacionales
Actualmente existen reportes internacionales sobre contaminación bacteriana en algunos lotes de fórmulas infailes de Nestlé NAN distribuidos en 23 países de Europa, Turquía y Argentina.
La entrada Salud revisa fórmulas infantiles en Costa Rica ante alertas internacionales aparece primero en Semanario Universidad.#AlertaInternacional #FórmulaInfantil #MinisterioDeSalud #País #Revisión
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#1girl #animal_hat #ass_visible_through_thighs #beast_mode_(evangelion) #black_hat #blue_eyes #bodysuit #breasts #brown_hair #cat_hat #commentary_request #eva_02 #evangelion:_2.0_you_can_(not)_advance #evangelion:_3.0_you_can_(not)_redo #evangelion_(mecha) #extra_eyes #eyepatch #fadingz #green_eyes #hair_between_eyes #hands_on_own_hips #hat #highres #long_hair #looking_at_viewer #mecha #mecha_pilot_suit #medium_breasts #neon_genesis_evangelion #pixiv_id #plugsuit_(evangelion) #rebuild_of_evangelion #red_bodysuit #revision #robot #science_fiction #signature #solo #souryuu_asuka_langley #standing https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/5044869
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Wir von @RDL werden morgen bei der öffentlichen Verhandlung des #Bundesgerichtshof ab 11:30 Uhr vor Ort sein. Ebenso Solistrukturen die vor dem #bgh an den Tod von #MahdiBenNacer erinnern.
Eine von Mahdi Ben Nacers Schwestern, die als #Nebenklage auftritt, wird ebenfalls kommen.
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Wir von @RDL werden morgen bei der öffentlichen Verhandlung des #Bundesgerichtshof ab 11:30 Uhr vor Ort sein. Ebenso Solistrukturen die vor dem #bgh an den Tod von #MahdiBenNacer erinnern.
Eine von Mahdi Ben Nacers Schwestern, die als #Nebenklage auftritt, wird ebenfalls kommen.
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Wir von @RDL werden morgen bei der öffentlichen Verhandlung des #Bundesgerichtshof ab 11:30 Uhr vor Ort sein. Ebenso Solistrukturen die vor dem #bgh an den Tod von #MahdiBenNacer erinnern.
Eine von Mahdi Ben Nacers Schwestern, die als #Nebenklage auftritt, wird ebenfalls kommen.
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Wir von @RDL werden morgen bei der öffentlichen Verhandlung des #Bundesgerichtshof ab 11:30 Uhr vor Ort sein. Ebenso Solistrukturen die vor dem #bgh an den Tod von #MahdiBenNacer erinnern.
Eine von Mahdi Ben Nacers Schwestern, die als #Nebenklage auftritt, wird ebenfalls kommen.
