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From the moment you arrive in Marrakesh, you'll get the distinct feeling you‘ve left something behind-a toothbrush or socks, maybe? But no, what you'll be mining in Marrakesh is predictability and all sense of direction, Never mind: you're better off without them here. Marrakesh is too package with mind-boggling distraction and labyrinthine alleyways to adhere to boring linear logic. If you did have a destination, you'd only be stopped by snake charmers, donkey carts, trendy silver leather poufs and ancient Berber cures for everything from relationships to rent.
Start at action-packed Djemaa el-Fna, and if you can tear yourself away from the castanet-clanging water-sellers and turbaned potion-sellers, head into Marrakesh’s maze of covered market streets. Dive in headfirst at any street headed north off the Djemaa el-Fna, and with any luck you’ll emerge exhilarated and triumphant some hours later, carpet in tow.
Marrakesh’s old town is an ideal place to explore palaces, stay in a palatial traditional guesthouse, and sample a dish of piping-hot snails. But it’s worth leaving the old city occasionally for dinner, drinks, art galleries and fixed-price boutiques in the new town. Go with the flow, and become an honorary Marrakashi bahja (Joyous one).
What is the text above?
(A) The description of palaces in Marrakesh
(B) The best destination in the world
(C) The description of Marrakesh
(D) The most important city in Morocco
(E) The history of Marrakesh
Based on the text, you can find all the followings in Marrakesh, EXCEPT …
(A) snake charmers
(B) a toothbrush
(C) turbaned potion-sellers
(E) donkey carts
Date November 15th 2014
The teaching staff at Summer High School takes this opportunity to invite you to a conference with your child’s teacher. The conference is held to increase your understanding of the progress your child is making.
The date and time attached have been reserved for you.
If you find your scheduled time inconvenient, please indicate so below or call the school office to arrange for a different time. Additionally, we would appreciate being notified if you cannot attend your conference.
Written reports will be sent home to all students on December 10th 2014. Interpreters can be provided if requested.
Summer High School Principal
“The date and time attached have been reserved for you.” (Paragraph 2)
What does the sentence mean?
(A) each parent must choose his/her own schedule
(B) the school has chosen the schedule for each parent
(C) each parent must not change his/her schedule
Which one is not true according to the text?
(A) there is a certain attachment after the letter above
(B) if the parents can’t attend the meeting, the parents must inform the school
(C) parents may change their schedule
Hitler established the first concentration camp soon after he came to power in 1933. The system grew to include about 100 camps divided into two types: concentration camps for slave labor in nearby factories and death camps for the systematic extermination of "undesirables" including Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, the mentally retarded and others.
As the allied armies raced towards final victory, advancing troops liberated the camps one-by-one, revealing the horrors of the Nazi concept of establishing a “pure” society. The first liberation came in July 1944 when Soviet troops entered Maidanek, a death camp located in Poland two miles from the city of Lublin. Alexander Werth, a correspondent for the London Sunday Times and the BBC, accompanied the Soviet troops and described the camp shortly after its capture.
The BBC refused to air his report of the camp as his description was so unbelievable they considered it a Soviet propaganda ploy. It was not until the later capture of Buchenwald, Dachau and other camps on western front that his description was accepted as true.
"It looked singularly harmless.”
The Maidanek camp was established by the Nazis in 1941 soon after their conquest of the then Russian occupied region of Poland. The primary purpose of the facility was the speedy extermination of new arrivals (mostly Jews) transported in from various countries including Czechoslovakia, France, Austria, and Holland. The majority of victims, however, came from the immediate area. It is estimated that 1.5 million died at the camp during its three years of operation.
Soviet troops entered the camp in July 1944. A week later, Alexander Werth joined a group of fellow reporters in a guided tour of the facility:
"My first reaction to Maidanek was a feeling of surprise. I had imagined something horrible and sinister beyond words. It was nothing like that. It looked singularly harmless from outside. ‘Is that it?’ was my first reaction when we stopped at what looked like a large worker’s settlement. Behind us was the many towered skyline of Lublin. There was much dust on road, and the grass as dull, greenish-grey colour. The camp was separated from the road by a couple of barbed-wire fences, but these did not look particularly sinister, and might have been put up outside any military or semi-military establishment. The place was large; like a whole town of barracks painted a pleasant soft green. There were many people around-soldiers and civilians. A Polish sentry opened the barbed-wire gate to let cars enter the avenue, with large green barracks on either side. And we stopped outside a large barrack marked Bad und Desinfektion II. ‘This,’ somebody said, ‘is where large numbers of those arriving at the camp were brought in.’
The inside of this barrack was made of concrete, and water taps came out of the wall, and around the room there were benches where the clothes were put down and afterwards collected. So this was the place into which they were driven. Or perhaps they were politely invited to 'Step this way, please?' Did any of them suspect, while washing themselves after a long journey, what would happen a few minutes later? Anyway, after the washing was over, they were asked to go into the next room; at this point even the most unsuspecting must have begun to wonder. For the "next room" was a series of large square concrete structures, each about one-quarter of the size of the bath-house, and, unlike it, had no windows. The naked people (men one time, women another time, children the next) were driven or forced from the bath-house into these dark concrete boxes-about five yards square-and then, with 200 or 250 people packed into each box-and it was completely dark there, except for a small light in the ceiling and the spyhole in the door-the process of gassing began. First some hot air was pumped in from the ceiling and then the pretty pale-blue crystals of Cyclon were showered down on the people, and in the hot wet air they rapidly evaporated. In anything from two to ten minutes everybody was dead ...
There were six concrete boxes-gas-chambers-side by side. 'Nearly two thousand people could be disposed of here simultaneously,' one the guides said.
But what thoughts passed through these people's minds during those first few minutes while the crystals were falling, could anyone still believe that this humiliating process of being packed into a box and standing there naked, rubbing backs with other naked people, had anything to do with the disinfection?
At first it was all very hard to take in, without an effort of the imagination. There were a number of very dull-looking concrete structures which, if their doors had been wider, might anywhere else have been mistaken for a row of nice little garages. But the doors-the doors! They were heavy steel doors, and each had a heavy steel bolt. And in the middle of the door was a spyhole, a circle, three inches in diameter composed of about a hundred small holes. Could the people in their death agony see the SS man's eye as he watched them? Anyway, the SS-man had nothing to fear: his eye was well protected by the steel netting over the spyhole ...
Then a touch of blue on the floor caught my eye. It was very faint, but still legible. In blue chalk someone had scribbled the word “vergast” and had drawn crudely above it a skull and crossbones. I had never seen this word before but it obviously meant "gassed"-and not merely "gassed" but: with, that eloquent little prefix ver, ‘gassed out’. That’s this job finished, and now for the next lot. The blue chalk came into motion when there was nothing but a heap of naked corpses inside. But what cries, what curses, what prayers perhaps, had been uttered inside that gas chamber only a few minutes before? ...”
The text mainly tells us about …
(A) The victim account of The Maidanek Concentration Camp
(B) a reporter experience touring The Maidanek Concentration Camp
(C) a Soviet troops retelling his story finding The Maidanek Concentration Camp
(D) Hitler account of The Maidanek Concentration Camp
(E) The slaughtering of Jews by Nazi Germany
The opposite of the underlined word “immediate” (Paragraph 5) is mostly …
Which one is true about the text?
(A) from the outside, Maidanek looked horrible and sinister
(B) The doors of The gas chambers in Maidanek were made of iron
(C) The writer was the first person to find The Maidanek Concentration Camp
(D) at first the BBC thought the camp was a Soviet scheme
(E) concentration camps were made only to murder the “undesirables”
The underlined word “disposed of” (Paragraph 9) mostly means …
What does the phrase “… the pretty pale-blue crystals of Cyclon …” mostly refer to?
(B) hot water
(D) hot air
(E) air evaporation
The Story Of An Hour by Kate Chopin
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences, veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence Of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of “killed.” He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing tie sad message.
She did not hear story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all quivered with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it. fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will-as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the breath: “free, free, free!” The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.
There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.
And yet she had loved him-sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept Mispering.
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg, open the door-you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven’s sake open the door."
"Go away. I am not making myself she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that window.
Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of the days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.
She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.
Someone was opening the front door with a latch key. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry, at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease-of the joy that kills.
“It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.” (Last sentence, paragraph 17)
What does it mean?