Word: ately
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...wife works as a baker in the city, returning with a few carrots or turnips that she divides between her remaining family of eight. "I used to be fat. I had a great fat neck," Sah Mohammed says, rubbing his scrawny nape. "After a while we ate leaves, but even those are gone now. Hunger has taken everything from us. Our family, our neighbors, our lives--and our hope...
...When the Taliban fled, 140 men were serving time in the local prison for crimes including theft, murder and adultery. Conditions were harsh: prisoners slept eight to a room on the concrete floors and ate little but bread and water, although they were allowed to roam the yard for five hours a day and occasionally punch volleyballs over a net that still hangs there. There were no beatings, says a former inmate named Abdullah. "For punishment, they'd make us chop wood," he says. Today, documents are scattered across the clerk's floor and somehow Abdullah the thief...
...course it makes me happy to hear that my version of chicken satay passes muster with my Thai roommate. She did say it had a distinctive “Rachel style” to it, which, considering my lack of Asian ancestry, is sort of a confusing compliment. She ate it anyway, though, so I won’t dwell...
...currently taking a leave of absence, still wonders about his non-concentration academic adviser. “What does that title mean?” he asks. Berman met with his non-concentration academic adviser once at the beginning of the semester. “We ate ice cream and he tried to make small talk. Unsuccessfully. I haven’t seen him since.” Trumpler acknowledges that the position is still “a work in progress,” but the main role of the non-concentration academic adviser...
...early 1970s we used to sit around a little caf? and listen to old-timers talk about the harlequin days before the war when Cambodia was full of charm. Even the poor ate well then, we were told. We fervently wanted to believe that some day, when the fighting was over, the country would return to that bucolic ideal. It never happened. The war never really ended, as the pictures in this book painfully remind us. If you look closely around the edges of Neveu's pictures taken in the 1990s you see a modicum of prosperity and happiness creeping...