This is how Ancient Greece really looked like. Here's a reconstruction of Curetes Street in ancient Ephesus.
Ps: A peristyle house on the corner of Curetes Street is known as the brothel, because in the excavations, a statue of Priapus with an oversize phallus was found there.
Fun fact: an underground tunnel was constructed from the Library of Celsus to a brothel.
Virtual reconstruction of the Temple of Hadrian
Virtual reconstruction of the Nymphaeum Traiani
By Ádám Németh, a 3D artist.
I must confess that I find the statues a little bit creepy.
A Prussian Landwehrmann tanning rat skins in a dugout, WWI.
The trench soldier had to cope with millions of rats. They were attracted by the human waste of war – not simply sewage waste but also the bodies of men long forgotten who had been buried in the trenches.
It's possible that he used the skins to make patches for repairs to uniforms.
Christmas is almost here, and as a way to say THANK YOU for all the years you’ve been around supporting me, I’ll be choosing ONE person to have a family portrait colorized by me for free. That’s it.
This is probably the only photograph of nine reigning kings gathered in the same room ever taken. They were in London for the funeral of King Edward VII.
Windsor Castle, 1910.
📷 Colorized for The Colour of Time.
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The funeral of King Edward VII was the last time all of the great European monarchs would meet before the First World War.
Traduzindo a minha thread que era pra ser só uma resposta a um tweet mas virou quase um desabafo:
Fui diagnosticada há alguns meses, aos 25 anos. Passei por psicólogos e psiquiatras desde os 3 anos e recebi todos os tipos de diagnóstico, exceto autismo.
(segue..)
Hoje consigo ver que era muito óbvio.
Nós (mulheres) somos subdiagnosticadas, especialmente porque quando expressamos nossos traços autistas, as pessoas não os veem como traços autistas. Nos veem como tímidas, rudes, anti-sociais..
E os médicos (pessoas), em geral, NÃO estão preparados para lidar com o autismo e pessoas autistas, muito menos para diagnosticar.
No meu caso, foi questionado e descartado na infância. Imaginem o qt a minha vida teria sido diferente se eu tivesse encontrado alguém capacitado.