Desde diciembre de 2014, las autoridades han permitido que algunos refugiados que llegan a la frontera viajen al campo de tránsito de Ruweishid, donde los examinan las autoridades antes de trasladarlos eventualmente al campo de refugiados de Azraq. Se calcula que se permite la entrada en Jordania de 40 personas al día. Sin embargo, las autoridades jordanas permiten la entrada de un número superior de sirios que, sin embargo, no aprueban el opaco proceso de examen y son devueltos posteriormente a Siria. Es probable que cientos de personas, cuando no miles, hayan sido devueltas solamente este año.
It is estimated that there are hundreds of devices designed simply for the purpose of removing a cork from a wine bottle. Most of these involve some sort of corkscrews. Corkscrews are usually either Archimedian Screws or Helix Screws. According to some, Archimedian Screws have a bad reputation, known for chewing into the cork and causing parts to break off, peppering the wine with bits of wood. This is why many wine lovers prefer the Helix Screw, a screw that has a better grip, allowing a more complete cork removal.
If you do not mind wearing an inexpensive perfume then you should keep your options open especially when you do not have much to spare. Wearing a perfume is all about finding the scent that you like best. So what if the perfume does not have a famous label on it. As long as it smells good and lasts reasonably long, there is nothing cheap about wearing inexpensive perfumes. The idea is to smell good so it really does not matter how or what.
After being refused classification by the BBFC then passed with 32 cuts, Tom Six’s self-referencing sequel arrives with a seriously squelchy rep. Centring on a deranged London car park warden (Laurence R. Harvey), who’s obsessed with copying Six’s original film, this B&W effort shows him kidnapping passers-by to re-create the titular aberration. If you don’t know what it is, let’s just say it involves staples, surgery and a symphony of shit. Whether pissing blood or masturbating into sandpaper, it’s an extraordinary performance from Harvey (whose face resembles M’s Peter Lorre inflated to popping point). The city is foreboding and there’s a great meta-moment when the soundtrack is revealed to be a noisy neighbour, not the clanging of our protagonist’s mind. Plus, it’s not often you hear the line: “Look, there’s a midget wanking!” Though guttersnipes can tick off tooth, brain and anal trauma, the real surprise is that everything’s so muted. Maybe the cuts dulled the edge, but there’s no fear, tension or sorrow, and not even that much disgust. Often, it plays like a (very) black comedy that forgot to be funny, or a scat film directed by David Lynch’s biggest fan. It works for about 45 minutes as a grim psychodrama, but ends up a poorly stitched together grot flick made by a sensationalist of questionable taste. If that was Six’s intention, the man’s a genius.
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