For the ones who still show up, even when they’re falling apart. A soft reminder that staying is enough.

Was Kinder wirklich brauchen: Wie du sie stark machst – mit Sprache, Vertrauen & Schutz im digitalen Raum. Teil 3 unserer Reihe.

Ich dachte, man erkennt sie. Diese Menschen, die Kindern schaden wollen. Ich dachte, sie sehen aus wie Gefahr. Wie Dunkelheit. Wie Monster.

Wegsehen schützt nur Täter. Die Wahrheit ist da. Jetzt liegt es an uns.

Witch hunts never ended. From India to PNG to your screen—they just changed names. Here’s where the fire still burns.

Real quotes from real witch trials. Confessions, verdicts, silence. What they said back then still echoes in us now.

They say the witch hunts ended in 1782. But they didn’t stop. The fire just lost its use—and found a quieter place to burn.

How easy was it to be accused of witchcraft? No proof, no truth—just fear turned into justice. A deep dive into the logic behind the trials.

Fear needs enforcers—step behind the curtains of one of history’s deadliest performances.

They didn’t die for witchcraft. They died because fear needed a name. And the flames still haunt us.

You hear the whispers before you understand them. A name, spoken too often. A glance, held too long. And then—eyes on you.

Before the gas chambers, before the trains, before Auschwitz became the name of an unspeakable horror—there were bullets.

They carried life in a world built for death—only to watch it be taken before it could begin. Remember them.

Survival was never a triumph, and memory is not a safe place—truth lingers where the world tries to forget.

They called it mercy. A quiet whisper, wrapped in bureaucracy, sealed with a stamp. A name on a list. A date in a ledger.

Empathy isn’t just about feeling for others—it’s about the courage to understand, the wisdom to listen, and the strength to take action.

Womanhood isn’t a club with a bouncer at the door—it’s a lived experience. And no one wins by keeping others out.

Womanhood is not one thing. It is not a single story, not a mold to fit into, not a checklist to complete.

Women are magic. We lift, we fight, we love, we build. We carry the weight of history in our bones and still find ways to dance.

Normally, we gather here to mock the absurdity of modern politics. But not today. No satire. No escape. Only truth. This is the Holocaust.