Cases that haunt you to this day
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I don't remember exactly, but I graduated from Grade 11 at 17. That would mean she was 15 if she hadn't had to repeat any grades.
I had to Google this name, I remember the story.
What happened to him was terrible, but, honestly, WTF would anyone (especially if you are US citizen) go to N Korea?!?!?
I remember feeling at the time how bad I felt for him and at the same time thinking - play stupid games win stupid prizes.
When you put yourself in bad situations it shouldn't be too surprising if bad stuff happens.
My daughter wanted to go to Mexico last year, resort. "tourist resort" The Cartels and criminals don't care. Too many incidents happening to tourists in Mexico for my comfort.
We went somewhere else. Why would I put myself into possible trouble?
We went to Turks and Cacaos instead. Could something bad have occurred to us there? Sure , but its about making smart choices
Otto Warmbier died needlessly.
There was and is no grade 12 in Quebec .That is why Mandouke graduated after grade 11.The equivalent of grade 12 is the first year of CEGEP which for younger students came after Sec.V
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Being 21 will make you do that. He probably thought “those things can’t happen to me”
To be fair thousands and thousands of tourists have been to North Korea and he is the only one who screwed up.
In no way did he deserve to get arrested and tortured but each country has its own third rails (North Korea has maybe 20 but still, stealing (and in the process tearing up) a picture of the so called “dear leader” is one of those third rails.
Not sure why the NKoreans did not use him as an exchange chip.
In no way did he deserve to get arrested and tortured but each country has its own third rails (North Korea has maybe 20 but still, stealing (and in the process tearing up) a picture of the so called “dear leader” is one of those third rails.
Not sure why the NKoreans did not use him as an exchange chip.
The video is kind of dark and blurry, how can we be sure it was him? The way the person on the video handles the poster so delicately also makes a lot of people think it was a North Korean
They initially wanted to use Otto as a bargaining chip. DPRK said that he had been unconscious for several months. Upon arrival to the US, American doctors said that for someone who has been bed ridden for several months, his skin was in excellent condition. That means DPRK was taking good care of him because a “damaged” bargaining chip isn’t worth much.
A lot of people think that Otto himself attempted to his life by stashing sleeping pills and overdosing on them
I'm not a fan of true crime, so the one that "haunts" me is the only one I know about: Liam Tolman in Mont-Tremblant.
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No one. Everybody decided to ignore for a good reason.
When I was studying my master, we were about 200 students per cohort. We had group projects.
There was one where we were 5 to make a video.
It was a fun one to do as we spent through the stages of of storyboarding, location exploration for the scenes, borrowing equipments, video editing.
On the last day of filming we had a "meal" to celebrate with a nice group picture.
We called it "Just another day". A POV video of the student daily life in accelerated motion.
5 years later, we all graduated, Facebook was beginning to be famous, I moved to Hong Kong at that time and created an account.
I used it to reconnect with classmates and friends I made around the world.
There was this classmate, a funny personality, he was playing drums in a band. A pretty "normal" person I would say. We reconnected as classmate and also because we were together in the video project.
Not so long after I began to see an outpour of messages on his profile's wall.
Not long after an email from a classmate arrived.
He committed suicide.
I was in shock.
I thought I knew him. I didn't understand why he has done that.
I still have that group picture in my mind that haunts me as "just another day" ...
There was one where we were 5 to make a video.
It was a fun one to do as we spent through the stages of of storyboarding, location exploration for the scenes, borrowing equipments, video editing.
On the last day of filming we had a "meal" to celebrate with a nice group picture.
We called it "Just another day". A POV video of the student daily life in accelerated motion.
5 years later, we all graduated, Facebook was beginning to be famous, I moved to Hong Kong at that time and created an account.
I used it to reconnect with classmates and friends I made around the world.
There was this classmate, a funny personality, he was playing drums in a band. A pretty "normal" person I would say. We reconnected as classmate and also because we were together in the video project.
Not so long after I began to see an outpour of messages on his profile's wall.
Not long after an email from a classmate arrived.
He committed suicide.
I was in shock.
I thought I knew him. I didn't understand why he has done that.
I still have that group picture in my mind that haunts me as "just another day" ...
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I'm not a fan of true crime, so the one that "haunts" me is the only one I know about: Liam Tolman in Mont-Tremblant.
Ramener Liam à la maison | Enquête
Disparition à Mont-Tremblant. Où se trouve Liam Toman ?
It’s still very weird to me
Because they knew you like the most beautiful girls. Which you can find only in Montreal. lol
Montreal girls are great but Aussies are not too shabby either and the ones where I was born maybe even better.
Good thing is I can still visit these places and enjoy the ones in Montreal.
Not really a mysterious case, but eerie nonetheless... Once in a while I remember the story of that guy who was knocked out by a football player. He was unconscious for like, mere minutes, but during that time, his mind made up an entire life with a wife and kids. He experienced this parallel life, in a made up house with his made up wife, witnessed both her pregnancies etc, for what seemed like a decade until one day, sitting on the couch watching TV, he noticed there was something weird with the lamp. He obsessed over it for days, his wife freaked out by his behavior because he was catatonic and just... watching the lamp. Eventually the lamp started getting bigger and bigger and by a certain point it engulfed his entire vision and he couldn't see anything in the room, at that moment he started to wake up and he could hear screams and voices - turns out he was still on the sidewalk where the football player gave him the injury. Mere minutes had passed. He woke up confused and spent years grieving the loss of a family (wife, kids) and life that never existed and, to this day, he still has dreams where he sees his "son" that never existed, perpetually 5 years old.
Read it here
Read it here
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Yes a little! There's a possibility he entirely made that up (because reddit being reddit...) but those things aren't impossible and I find the human brain fascinating. This story makes me a little sad every time I think about it.
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