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Club Offers Released on May 25, 2025
Club Offers Released on May 25, 2025

Malaysian Reserve

time24-05-2025

  • Malaysian Reserve

Club Offers Released on May 25, 2025

NEW YORK, May 24, 2025 /PRNewswire/ — Travelzoo® (NASDAQ: TZOO), the club for travel enthusiasts, announces the release of Club Offers for Club Members. Rigorously vetted and negotiated for us travel enthusiasts in Germany: 199 €—LUXURY HOTEL IN DAVOS 3 days in one of Switzerland's most fashionable places, the setting of Thomas Mann's novel The Magic Mountain. The 5-star hotel is located directly on the promenade. Club members save 47–54 percent compared to the hotel website. AB 379 €—TUSCANY: 6 DAYS WITH WINE TASTING & 3 COOKING COURSESApartments of at least 92 square meters, surrounded by cypresses and vineyards. Club members receive daily breakfast plus a 3-course candlelight dinner. 119 €—4*-HOTEL IN PARIS INCL. SEINE CRUISE, REGULAR 472 € A 2-night stay in the Saint-Germain-des-Prés district, once a meeting place for Sartre and Picasso. Just 15 minutes on foot from the Louvre and including breakfast. 99 €—NEW LUXURY HOTEL IN BUDAPEST, -72%Located in the middle of the UNESCO-protected old town is this 5-star superior hotel. Condé Nast Traveller magazine lists it as one of the best hotels in Budapest. The 'bold design' is particularly highlighted. 139 €—3 DAYS BLACK FOREST WITH HALF BOARD4-star superior hotel with panoramic views of the countryside. Half board with organic products and access to the spa with thermal pool is included. Club members save 39–66 percent compared to the original price. FROM 599 €—SWITZERLAND TRIP WITH GLACIER EXPRESS & HOTELS 4-day train journey in 1st class from and to Germany. Including 4-star hotels in Zermatt and St. Moritz as well as a ride on the panoramic train Glacier Express. Some offers have limited inventory and are subject to availability. Are you a travel enthusiast? Join the club today: About TravelzooWe, Travelzoo®, are the club for travel enthusiasts. We reach 30 million travelers. Club Members receive Club Offers personally reviewed by our deal experts around the globe. We have our finger on the pulse of outstanding travel, entertainment, and lifestyle experiences. We work in partnership with thousands of top travel suppliers—our long-standing relationships give us access to irresistible deals. Travelzoo is a registered trademark of Travelzoo. All other names are trademarks and/or registered trademarks of their respective owners. Media Contact: Mara Zatti +49 30 3119 7514mzatti@

The Fourth Message
The Fourth Message

Yemenat

time06-04-2025

  • Politics
  • Yemenat

The Fourth Message

Ahmed Saif Hashed The war we endured for seven long years was an unjust conflict. It shattered our hopes and the future we yearned for, marking a tragic end to our grand aspirations and leaving our nation torn apart. We found ourselves burdened by tyranny, engulfed in darkness, and subjected to injustices beyond measure—grievances far greater than those we once voiced and revolted against. As the seven years of war passed, ceasefires emerged, only to be followed by even more conflicts. Our people perished from hunger and despair, ignored by those who lacked the shame or compassion to acknowledge their suffering. Promises dissipated into mirages, and our wretched condition continued without relief. Each day, we ponder: How long must this endure? Where will it ultimately lead us? While they reap profits, we harvest death, hunger, and unmistakable loss. Our lives have withered, our dreams vanished, and the harvest has turned bitter. The consequences of this war are devastating, and all promises have culminated in vast disappointments. What we experience today is worse than yesterday, and our losses far exceed those of a homeland we tirelessly sought. We are dragged back to a shocking reality that embodies the tribalism of a pre-state era, imposed upon us by those who profit from our regression. What we endure is fragmentation, hunger, and loss. Our sighs and groans break our spirits as we lament: We once had Yemen; we once had a semblance of a state. Yet today, we possess neither a state nor a homeland, no prosperity nor hope. We continue to pay a heavier price than we have already borne. We, the good people, have suffered greatly from this war, which has left us and our children in dire hunger, deepening poverty, and an uncertain future. Our present feels more abject than our past, and the most troubling aspect is that we do not know how long this will persist. The war has enriched its masters, merchants, and agents, while we bear its burdens and the tragedies it brings. Our people have been both the subjects and the fuel of this war, enduring a bitter harvest for seven lean years. Even after those seven years, the worst still pursues us, crushing our bones, refusing to lift its burdens from us. * * * This war is what the existentialist philosopher Sartre described—a conflict waged by the wealthy for the poor to perish within. It is the same war that the great Greek tragedian Sophocles elucidated, striking the wicked randomly while the good are always afflicted. It is also the war that Mencius defined as 'the earth devouring the flesh of men.' Indeed, it is the war they spoke of, the one that opens 'the gates of hell' when it begins. They claimed it would 'end only when the dead return,' and as Khalil Gibran expressed, it concludes with leaders shaking hands while a mother waits for her martyr son. Our poet Nizar said, 'He who sees the poison does not suffer as he who drinks it.' This truth resonates for those who have merely watched a film, read a book, or heard tales of war. Their experiences pale in comparison to those who have lived through its hell. After seven long years, we face even greater burdens, where evil has reached its zenith. It is said, 'If you witnessed even one day of war, you would beg God never to show you another.' How dreadful it is to be among its advocates—those who do not endure its flames. As George Orwell observed, 'All war propaganda, all the shouting, lies, and hatred, always comes from people who do not fight.' We told them: If war is inevitable, then we must starve and die together, sharing both its burdens and spoils. Yet, while we starve, they reap bounties, extorting grotesque taxes at the expense of our blood and toil, seizing our rights, and punishing those who demand accountability and justice. This is their war, not ours. Our people have been coerced with iron and fire, sinking their claws into the bellies of the hungry, compelling them to be subjects and fuel until the Day of Judgment. Wars within wars have seared our people, who have lived through its flames and terror, revealing the grotesque faces of its igniters and beneficiaries. The merchants of war profit from our blood, disregarding our lives, seizing our land, and kidnapping the future of our children. We are poor, dear father, as the voice of the laborers speaks. In war, we have become poorer and hungrier. Our circumstances have tightened our anguish. We are dying from despair and sorrow—devoid of rights, savings, hope, and prospects. We gnaw on our hunger and wounds. All promises have evaporated, the most painful being the severance of hope. 'Divorce, oh salary, divorce!' We face relentless impoverishment and exhaustion, accompanied by memories that shower us with sorrows. In this, we find truth in the words of the poet Mikhail Naimy about war: 'Oh brother! If a soldier returns to his homeland after the war, And lays his weary body in the embrace of his comrades, Do not seek our friends when you return to the homeland, For hunger has left us no companions to converse with, Except for the shadows of our dead.' Many have been consumed by wars, and countless others have found only catastrophic outcomes. The merchants of war and their agents have reaped spoils, wealth, and power, while we harvest deepening suffering and widening poverty. Demons now possess a world, and we have become the whispers of the graves. What they gathered in a year, they now collect in a single day, proving true the saying about war: 'Harvest day for the devil.' In war, the insignificant profit from our blood, accumulating money, property, and false fame. They thrive on our suffering, perpetuating wars they do not wish to end. Those who demand their rights are branded as traitors. Our rights, sustenance, and salaries have become 'betrayals of the homeland.' This audacity is excessive and devoid of shame—a reality previously unimaginable. War is terror that shakes us to our core, a tragedy that strikes deep within. In its midst, some strip away the values of goodness and virtue, becoming more savage than the fiercest beasts. As Ibrahim Nasrallah states, 'God did not create a monster worse than man, nor man a monster worse than war.' Once, we had friends we loved. The war has stripped away masks, revealing grotesque faces and maimed hands. Their minds are closed, and their hearts are made of iron, enamored with blood like worshippers of a cursed devil. There is no longer room for captives, as places become overcrowded. Prisons teem with the weight of injustices, and their walls cry out: 'How many are the wronged in these prisons?' Durations have turned into ropes, strangling us with hardship and whispering, 'Take your time, oh hasty one.' Detention centers overflow with the innocent, promoting the notion that 'prison is for men.' Our nation has become a site of suspicion and accusation until loyalty is proven. Accusations abound, leading to destruction. Charges are thrown around like shovels, while fabrications come easily. Corruption, theft, and oppression weigh heavily upon us—corrupt, thieving, sadistic individuals at their core. Atrocities and foolishness crowd the scene. Our rights are trampled under the weight of tyranny. Justice is crucified at the gates and on the minarets. They have decreed that we are to be spoils of war. How long will this continue? Until the Day of Judgment. No peace, no rights. We have become a people who perish from war, disease, hunger, and despair. Alas! Injustice has exceeded all bounds, but every oppressor has an end. The wrist will triumph over its fetters, and freedom will prevail over all chains. Life will conquer bullets, and uplifted necks will rise above the gallows. 'The future belongs to those who seek it' remains true, no matter how distant it may seem. 'No right is lost while there are those who demand it.' The future is our right, and we shall inevitably seize it. The future belongs to freedom, while oppression will be buried.

Olivier Todd, Anglophile author, friend of Sartre, biographer of Albert Camus and 1960s BBC presenter
Olivier Todd, Anglophile author, friend of Sartre, biographer of Albert Camus and 1960s BBC presenter

Yahoo

time10-03-2025

  • Entertainment
  • Yahoo

Olivier Todd, Anglophile author, friend of Sartre, biographer of Albert Camus and 1960s BBC presenter

Olivier Todd, who has died aged 95, achieved celebrity in France as a war correspondent, intimate of Sartre and biographer of Camus; he was also a familiar face on the BBC in the 1960s, analysing les événements for British viewers and winning admirers both for his reporting and his Gallic good looks. Born Oliver René Louis Todd (though he preferred the French form of his first name) at Neuilly-sur-Seine on June 19 1929, he was the illegitimate son of an English expat in France, Helen Todd – herself the illegitimate daughter of Dorothy Todd, who in 1926 had been sacked as editor of British Vogue for practising lesbianism. His father, an Austro-Hungarian architect called Julius Oblatt, was long out of the picture by the time Oliver was born. His mother scratched a living as an English tutor; the Occupation years were especially lean. After studying at the Sorbonne, in 1947 he won a scholarship to read moral sciences at Corpus Christi, Cambridge. The following year, aged 19, he married Anne-Marie Nizan, daughter of the philosopher Paul Nizan, who had been killed at Dunkirk; Jean-Paul Sartre was her guardian. Sartre, whom Todd came to regard as something of a surrogate father, helped him find a publisher for his first book and wrote a preface for it. This was Half a Campaign (1956), an excoriating study of the failings of the French army in Morocco, where Todd did his National Service in the early 1950s. While in Morocco the Anglophone Todd had been asked to provide some commentary by a BBC unit. He went on to be a regular contributor to BBC radio from the mid-1950s, giving talks on everything from the Nouveau Roman to Tintin and European Humanism. In 1964 he joined the staff of the political weekly Le Nouvel Observateur, reporting from the Middle East and Vietnam. Sartre provided him with a letter of introduction to the North Vietnamese premier, Pham Văn Đong. During this period Todd visited London once a fortnight to host Europa, BBC Two's round-up of European affairs; he was also a regular on BBC One's daily news magazine 24 Hours. In 1967 he offered a foreigner's view of 'Swinging London', alongside Robert Hughes and Lewis Nkosi, in the celebrated documentary Three Swings on a Pendulum. In France he became well-known as an interviewer, persuading Sartre to make his first television appearance, and controversially asking Alain Delon whether he was bisexual (the actor denied it, but added: 'What harm would there have been in it?') Todd had opposed US involvement in Vietnam, but, unusually for a French Left-wing intellectual, he was no enthusiast for Communism; he came to realise – as he observed in his book on the fall of Saigon, Cruel April (1975) – that 'I had militated to establish a regime in Saigon that I condemned in Prague or Budapest.' He refused to toe the line of Le Nouvel Observateur's support for the Vietnamese Communists, and in 1977 defected to Sir James Goldsmith's magazine L'Express as executive editor. At first Todd and Goldsmith, both demi-Englishmen, got on well. But Todd would not water down his support for the Socialist, François Mitterrand, or his attacks on the incumbent president, Valéry Giscard d'Estaing, a friend of Goldsmith's. He was summarily sacked in 1981. Thereafter he became a full-time author. He was appointed the official biographer of Albert Camus, and after much labour his highly lauded life, described by William Boyd in The Daily Telegraph as 'remarkably candid and thorough', was published in 1996. He also wrote biographies of the musician Jacques Brel (1984) and the novelist André Malraux (2001). Todd wrote several novels, notably Year of the Crab (1972): this was based closely on his own experiences of depression and nervous breakdown, and how he achieved some equilibrium by tracking down and getting to know his father. After Sartre's death in 1980 he published a memoir of their friendship, A Rebel Son. The book provoked a sour response from Sartre's lover Simone de Beauvoir, who claimed in her own memoirs that 'as [Todd] was perpetually looking for a father, Sartre, whose deep benevolence often took the form of easy kindness, dedicated a book to him – 'For my rebel son.' But in fact… he did not like him at all.' The Cambridge-educated Todd was always suspicious of the influence of his old friend on French literature: 'Sartre's terrorism somehow still numbs a lot of writers – there is the belief you have to be some sort of philosopher to be a novelist,' he wrote in the Telegraph in 1993. That year he was invited to serve as the first French judge of the Booker Prize and was delighted by the unpretentiousness of British fiction. Never one to let pass an opportunity for a grand gesture, Todd almost missed the Booker judges' final deliberations and the prize ceremony. At the last minute he refused to use the ticket he had been sent for a British Airways flight from Paris, in protest at BA's banning Salman Rushdie from its flights as a potential terrorist target. The Booker organisers were forced to stump up for a second ticket. He remained combative in old age, in 2009 denouncing President Sarkozy's proposal to transfer Camus's remains to the Panthéon: 'Sarkozy needs a little intellectual glitter… This is a gimmick.' Olivier Todd was appointed a Commandeur de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres in 1996. With his first wife he had a son, the historian Emmanuel Todd, and a daughter. The marriage was dissolved and in 1982 he married France Huser, with whom he had another daughter. There was also a son by another relationship. Olivier Todd, born June 19 1929, died December 28 2024 Broaden your horizons with award-winning British journalism. Try The Telegraph free for 1 month with unlimited access to our award-winning website, exclusive app, money-saving offers and more.

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