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GTA 5, But Everything I Draw Comes To Life!

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The Legendary 17-Year-Old Lepa Radić — Smiled in the Face of the N**i Empire
Bosnia, February 1943

Born on December 19, 1925, in a quiet village in what is now Bosnia and Herzegovina, Lepa Radić came of age as her world was being torn apart by war. When the N**is invaded Yugoslavia, terror swept through her homeland—but Lepa refused to be silenced.

At just 17, she joined the Yugoslav Partisans—a bold resistance force fighting for liberation. She carried secret messages, smuggled weapons, and helped wounded fighters escape. Every action was a risk. Every step, an act of rebellion.

In early 1943, during the fierce Battle of Grmeč, Lepa was captured by German forces while shielding civilians. Tortured relentlessly, she was ordered to give up the names of her comrades.

She refused.

Dragged before a crowd for public ex*****on, the N**is made one final offer: betray the resistance, and she would be spared.

Lepa’s response cut through the silence:

“I am not a traitor to my people. Those for whom you ask will reveal themselves when they have succeeded in wiping out all of you evildoers.”

Then, with a calm smile and steady eyes, she faced the gallows.

She died that day—but not in defeat.
In 1951, she was posthumously awarded the Order of the People's Hero, becoming one of the youngest recipients of the honor—and a lasting symbol of courage.

Lepa Radić’s legacy lives not in how she died, but in how fiercely she lived.
Unyielding. Unbroken. Unforgettable.

31/07/2025

“The Twin Photograph” — Prague, 1942

They were born minutes apart on a snow-dusted morning in 1930—Hana and Eliška Weiss, identical right down to their lashes. Their father, a soft-spoken tailor with careful hands, used to say the only way he could tell them apart was by their dimples: Hana’s dipped left, Eliška’s curved right. That—and the way Hana chased the world without hesitation, while Eliška paused to study it first.

In the photograph, they’re seven.
Wearing matching navy pinafores, sewn stitch by stitch by their father. Standing in front of the family tailor shop, hands clasped, socks mismatched—Hana’s slipping down, Eliška’s pulled perfectly high. Both smiling. Both fearless. Children with cherry cake dreams and circus parade hearts.

But by 1942, the world outside the frame had turned.
The shop stood empty. Their mother’s lullabies faded into murmurs. A yellow star was stitched over their chests, right above the rhythm of their small, steady hearts.

That autumn, the Weiss family was deported to Theresienstadt. Hunger came. Then the transfer to Auschwitz.

On the ramp, Dr. Josef Mengele spotted them.
“Twins?” he asked, eyes sharp with something cold.

Their mother clutched them tight.
Soldiers tore the girls from her arms.
She screamed—a sound Eliška would never forget.
Not a word, but a breaking. A ripping. The sound of a mother being pulled in two.

Inside the lab, the girls were separated.
Measurements. Needles. Blood.
Strange questions. Cold hands.
Each day, they searched for each other. Each night, they whispered through the dark.

Then one day, Hana didn’t return.

Eliška waited.
She asked. Then begged.
But the silence never gave her back.

Months passed.
The gates of Auschwitz opened.
Eliška walked out alone.

Years later, in a quiet apartment in Brno, Eliška would sit by the window, sewing in silence.
In her old sewing kit—smuggled from the camp—was a single photograph, edges worn smooth with time.

Two girls. Holding hands. Bathed in sunlight.

She kept it close. Always.

“They took everything,” she would whisper. “But not this. Not her smile. Not her left dimple.”

And sometimes, when no one was watching, Eliška would press her fingers to the image, her lips curling faintly.

Her right dimple showing—just in case Hana was still looking.

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In Zootopia 2 (2025) officer Judy Hopps punches her partner Nick Wilde in the stomach over a small joke about how she styles her ears, this is a reference to how at least 40% of police are domestic abusers

31/07/2025

Poland, 1943 – She Traded Her Wedding Ring for One Last Bowl of Soup

In the Lodz Ghetto, hunger wasn’t just a daily burden—it was a brutal rule of existence.

Days dissolved into one another, thinned by cold, silence, and the slow ache of starvation. She held her wedding ring tightly, its gold still carrying the warmth of a husband already taken—shipped away in a transport from which no one returned.

Then one afternoon, her child collapsed. His lips were cracked, his eyes dimming.

She knew what she had to do.

With shaking hands, she gave the ring to a black-market trader—love’s last keepsake exchanged for a bowl of thin, soupy broth.

That night, her child died in her arms.

But before the end, he smiled faintly and whispered,
“Mama... I’m full.”

A meal too late.
A ring too dear.
A sorrow beyond words.

🕯️ In every lost object, a life. In every bowl, a story.

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GTA 5, But Anything I Google Comes to Life

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📜 29 July 1898 | Przedbórz, Poland
Abram Lewkowicz was born into a Jewish family in the quiet town of Przedbórz, nestled in central Poland. Like many others searching for safety and a better future, he left his homeland and settled in Belgium, hoping to build a new life far from the dangers that loomed in his birthplace.

Yet, the horrors of war found him once again. On 12 September 1942, Abram was deported from the Kazerne Dossin transit camp in Mechelen, Belgium, and sent to Auschwitz.

He did not survive.

Abram’s life was tragically cut short in the gas chambers, one of the countless victims whose lives were stolen during the Holocaust. Today, we honor his memory — a man with a story, a history, and a future cruelly taken from him.

🕯 Abram Lewkowicz — remembered always, never forgotten.

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