Money has existed since men first encountered the need to exchange things. In order to make possible exchanges of object and things of different value, there emerged the money, people’s most desirable thing. The great debate around money arose immediately after different view to money came forth. This debate is not simply about money, but money is the central topic as it makes the change. To put it in other words it would be: How you earn money and how you spend it is the central topic of the debate about money and makes the difference between the ideologies which support them.
There is no reason why your post should be a rubbish, there is definitely something worth telling the world about. Writing just for the sake of writing is meaningless; meaninglessness is what made the lost generation to be called the Lost Generation. The pointlessness is lethal, the nada is deadly. There should be at any length a purpose in writing a piece of something that gives meaning to it.
Punishment as a notion is as old as humanity, referring to religious sacred books. Even though during the XVII century or a little bit earlier came into active action some movements and organizations, mostly secret ones like masons and their derivates, which made possible the secular world in which we are leaving, could not ignore the religion punishment tradition or otherwise considered dogma. Therefore, as a kind of punishment, prison remained an active activity of human life, and still continues.
Torture is an intense feeling of suffering. This suffering can be spiritual or physical. Giving an end to a torture is something that everyone under its influence wishes to get rid of it in any way possible and tries to go away from it as soon as possible. In other words, what we all agree upon is the fact that torture is and suffering in general makes life miserable. However, there is something that we do not have unanimity; it is the fact that how we should deal with it.
In September 1999 I began my unforgettable high school life in Gjirokastra, said the stony city, in the south edge of Albania. I can remember quite well the parting day from my village. It was about six o’clock in the morning when my parents, Maksi, my classmate, his parents, and I came to the center of the village, which was the bus station, too. There were a lot of people there who made comments on us, which made us feel good and proud of ourselves because we were the two first pupils from our village to go to study in a high school in a town after about ten years of poor teaching in our school. The most interesting fact about this was that we were going to study in a boarding school, which made it a real curiosity-gnawing new experience.