{"id":2519,"date":"2015-11-22T09:30:52","date_gmt":"2015-11-22T09:30:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/antimuseum.com\/?p=2519"},"modified":"2023-07-06T10:49:31","modified_gmt":"2023-07-06T08:49:31","slug":"fluctuat-nec-mergitur","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/antimuseum.com\/en\/2015\/11\/22\/fluctuat-nec-mergitur\/","title":{"rendered":"fluctuat nec mergitur (Victory?)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last week\u2019s Photo Challenge mentioned \u201cforget the sad times\u201d<\/a> and the topic was Victory<\/a>. Well, it\u2019s not that easy to forget the sad times when one works barely 1 1\/2 mile those sad events and live 2 1\/2 miles away and have friends living in the vicinity and teach at a school nearby and lost a pupil from our 1st year\u2019s masters degree at the Paris School of Business. At first I was very angry and felt like I should carry on unabated (the motto \u201ckeep calm and carry on\u201d came to mind of course). But all week it felt like we were able to play football in the middle of the once busy streets and everybody felt dejected (and angry). Yet, we shall never surrender, as our motto mentions: Fluctuat Nec Mergitur, (the boat shall be rocked but not sunk<\/a>), and this will be our true Victory.<\/p>\n

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The Paris 10th arrdt Town Hall (where my Father registered my birth)<\/p>\n

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