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Dal discorso di accettazione del premio Nobel per la Pace di Elie Wiesel nel 1986:

I remember: it happened yesterday or eternities ago. A young Jewish boy discovered the kingdom of night. I remember his bewilderment, I remember his anguish. It all happened so fast. The ghetto. The deportation. The sealed cattle car. The fiery altar upon which the history of our people and the future of mankind were meant to be sacrificed.

I remember: he asked his father: "Can this be true?" This is the twentieth century, not the Middle Ages. Who would allow such crimes to be committed? How could the world remain silent?

And now the boy is turning to me: "Tell me," he asks. "What have you done with my future? What have you done with your life?"

And I tell him that I have tried. That I have tried to keep memory alive, that I have tried to fight those who would forget. Because if we forget, we are guilty, we are accomplices. And then I explained to him how naive we were, that the world did know and remain silent. And that is why I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men or women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must – at that moment – become the center of the universe.

Il video del discorso di Boris Johnson, l'ex sindaco conservatore di Londra e tra i leader della campagna Leave, con cui commentava il risultato del referendum sulla permanenza del Regno Unito nell'Unione Europea è finito su Pornhub sotto il titolo "Dumb british blonde fucks 15 million people at once".

E anche per questa settimana abbiamo il vincitore di internet.

Rovesciate di nani magici, partite decise ai tempi supplementari, goleade. Il Belgio che torna a fare il Belgio e l'Italia che dopo oltre vent'anni batte e surclassa la Spagna. La Germania favorita, il Galles di Gareth Bale, la Brexit e l'haka vichinga a Euro 2016.

La fase a gironi di Euro 2016.

Una delle cose più belle viste a Euro 2016. La tipica esultanza a fine partita dei giocatori e dei tifosi islandesi.

I tweet del presidente del Consiglio Europeo sull'Euro uscita dell'Inghilterra. Priceless.

I colloqui tra Fabian Picardo, primo ministro di Gibilterra, e Nicola Sturgeon, primo ministro scozzese, per trovare un'intesa che consenta a entrambi di garantire la permanenza nell'Unione Europea di Gibilterra e Scozia a dispetto della Brexit.

Asse fantapolitico inimmaginabile appena una settimana fa.

Il primo assaggio di Brexit per le verdi colline del Gloucestershire.

Il necrologio del New York Times su uno tra i maggiori interpreti del ritratto che il mondo abbia conosciuto.
Le foto di Bill Cunningham non solo hanno cambiato il mondo di immaginare la fotografia, ma hanno contribuito a definire uno stile che ha influenzato la società che fotografava.

Mr. Cunningham was such a singular presence in the city that, in 2009, he was designated a living landmark. And he was an easy one to spot, riding his bicycle through Midtown, where he did most of his field work: his bony-thin frame draped in his utilitarian blue French worker's jacket, khaki pants and black sneakers (he himself was no one's idea of a fashion plate), with his 35-millimeter camera slung around his neck, ever at the ready for the next fashion statement to come around the corner.

Nothing escaped his notice: not the fanny packs, not the Birkin bags, not the gingham shirts, not the fluorescent biker shorts.

In his nearly 40 years working for The Times, Mr. Cunningham snapped away at changing dress habits to chart the broader shift away from formality and toward something more diffuse and individualistic.

At the Pierre hotel on the East Side of Manhattan, he pointed his camera at tweed-wearing blue-blood New Yorkers with names like Rockefeller and Vanderbilt. Downtown, by the piers, he clicked away at crop-top-wearing Voguers. Up in Harlem, he jumped off his bicycle — he rode more than 30 over the years, replacing one after another as they were wrecked or stolen — for B-boys in low-slung jeans.

Il volto del sentimento rinascita isolazionista e provincialotta del ceto medio britannico (e non solo).

L'Europa unità, un progetto politico sgretolato dai colpi di hashtag di boriosi incompetenti.

La quotazione della sterlina nel giorno in cui, democraticamente, gli elettori britannici hanno spento la luce al progetto di un'Europa unita.