In his speech [April ] President Kennedy addresses his discontent with the press's news coverage before, and during, and after the Bay of Pigs incident, suggesting there is a need for "far greater public information" and "far greater official secrecy". April the 28th, we read on the 'JFK Tells of Red Menace', "President Kennedy told the nations newspaper publishers Thursday night that no formally declared war ever posed as great a threat to American security as does the rampant worldwide menace of communism.
Jarusian was a colony world that had grown into an important hub for the sector of space it resided in; mostly because of its stubborn neutrality. Beyond this fertile world lay the Hazri Empire within the Neutral Zone that served as a buffer between Federation space and the Romulan Empire.
The northern and southern regions of Jarusian were all set aside for farms; the eastern region was for recreation; the western region was filled with archaeological sites, and the central region was the governmental seat and education center. The colony had been under dispute until about thirty-five years ago; the Hazri, who marketed the strange sound-responsive sona-crystal from the mountain caverns, had not been pleased to see human colonists moving in.
But they were a practical people; so they agreed readily to a contract with the humans and continued to market the crystal. Life settled down after that, but there were still hard feelings in many minds. The day dawned like any other day in the planting season.
The farmers were up and about their duties as usual. People in the city were just beginning to stir to begin their days. A call had come in from his daughter. They had been stranded on a mining colony and they were in trouble. He had contacted the Federation authorities for assistance and now it was a matter of waiting for news.
When it came it was not good. The entire team had been found murdered. The only survivor was his six year old granddaughter Melaura.
And I had been so traumatized by what I had seen that I had blocked it out of my mind completely. For days I would not speak to anyone. I jumped every time someone approached me too quickly. Natan gave me into the care of Grandmother Franka, an old woman in the farming regions north of the Jarusian capital; who was reputed to have healing powers.
He knew she was a very gifted telepath and empath. She was also a close family friend. Natan remained with the woman and I for several weeks as Franka drew me out of the place I had retreated into and I began to live again.
Nine Years Later I woke from a restless sleep late one night and went to get a sedative. I needed to get some sleep and, side effects or not, the pills would help. I had one out and nearly had it to my mouth, when I saw my shaking hands. I was actually afraid of going back to sleep.
My guardians had given me a sedative to take after the first night I had woken up and found myself curled up in the corner of the closet, whimpering.
I had taken it the next two nights, but it left me groggy and unfocused for most of the next morning and I did not like that.
So the fourth night I had slipped the pill into the pocket of my robe and lay down to sleep. The event was even more focused until I could almost see the faces and feel the emotions associated with what happened.
No longer as fearful as I had been those earlier nights, I put the pill back in the bottle and went to bed to put on the circlet that had been among the items salvaged from the crash.
It would enhance and record the dream images, the data files had told me, and let me relive them with a clarity I had never had before. I had to know what had happened.
So I lowered it onto my head and lay down and closed my eyes. The nightmare was not long in coming. The meteor storm had damaged the shuttle and the Solace could not use its transporters as the ionic interference increased.
I went with my parents and the others into the mines with the colonists and we waited until the worst of it was over."This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen" Notes and Background.
Final Exam. STUDY. PLAY. -sky gives way and the smoke is visible from the gas chamber. Narrator vomits "This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen"- Borowski's collection "We Were in Auschwitz".
This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen is a report of the man who survived. And this is a horrific testimony. And this is a horrific testimony. Borowski’s prose, full of sharp and dispassionate descriptions, is so brutal and harsh, such dense that you barely can breath/5(K).
This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen, also known as Ladies and Gentlemen, to the Gas Chamber, is a collection of short stories by Tadeusz Borowski, which were inspired by the author's concentration camp experience.
The original title in the Polish language was Country: United States. Search the history of over billion web pages on the Internet. His most famous work, a series of short stories called Farewell to Maria, was given the English title This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentleman.
Borowski committed suicide in , at the age of /5(20). Jun 23, · When I started blogging, way back on February 5, , my first blog post was about Tadeusz Borowski who wrote a series of short stories which were published in a book entitled This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen.