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De familie is failliet
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Wat is de functie van alinea 1?
het introduceren van het probleem van de eenzaamheid
de aandacht trekken door een tegenstelling te geven
duidelijk maken dat familiewaarden aan het verdwijnen zijn
Welke voorlopige conclusie volgt uit de eerste twee alinea's?
Volgens wetenschappelijke metingen is de familie niet failliet.
Volgens sociologen is de familie niet failliet.
Volgens de moderne Nederlander is de familie niet failliet.
Wat is de functie van alinea 1?
Welke voorlopige conclusie volgt uit de eerste twee alinea's?
Wat bedoelt de auteur in alinea 2 met 'het Bertolli-gevoel'? Het gevoel dat je krijgt bij...
In alinea 2 stelt de auteur dat de familiebanden in Nederland hopeloos verwaterd zijn.
In alinea 3 zegt Tineke Fokkema: ''Noord-Europese ouderen zijn minder eenzaam dan Zuid- of Oost-Europese."
In alinea 3 staat: ''Bovendien: ook te midden van je kinderen kun je eenzaam zijn.'' Deze uitspraak is...
In alinea 4 wordt een uitspraak van de minister van Onderwijs aangehaald. Wat is hierna de reactie van de auteur?
In alinea 5 schrijft de auteur over hoeveel aandacht kinderen tegenwoordig krijgen. Wat is hierover volgens hem het meest voorkomende idee?
In alinea 5 staat: ''Anderhalve eeuw terug had ook een kwart van de 15-jarigen maar één ouder thuis.'' Waarom plaatst Liefbroer deze opmerking?
(1) ''Tegenwoordig leven beide ouders meestal nog, alleen wonen ze in een ander huis.''
(2) ''Je kunt dramatisch doen over een scheiding, maar zo'n situatie biedt ook kansen.''
In alinea 8 zegt Liefbroer: ''Daarin schuilt denk ik de meerwaarde van familierelaties ten opzichte van andersoortige relaties.'' Wat is die meerwaarde? In familierelaties...
Wat is kernzin van alinea 8?
A trip to Rio Julia and her family traveled from New York to visit Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. Julia's cousin Gabriela lived there. They all went to the opening night of the Olympics. The stadium was very crowded. It made Julia nervous. Everyone screamed and cheered. Their seats were far away. Julia could barely see. The music was loud. It made her head hurt. Julia had been happy to visit Rio. Now she just wanted to go home. Gabriela woke Julia up the next morning. "There's another Olympic event today!" she said. Julia did not want to go, but she smiled and got ready. The families walked through shady streets. Gabriela's street ended at a beach. Julia stopped and stared. Tall buildings stood along the beach. Olympic racing boats floated on the water. There was a big mountain behind them. "That's Sugarloaf Mountain," Gabriela said. It was beautiful. The next day, Julia ran to Gabriela's room. "We're going up Sugarloaf Mountain!" she said. They rode a cable car. It hung high above the city. Julia stared out the window. White buildings stood above the green jungle. They went to a big market. Julia tasted a mango. It was not like the mangoes at home. It was juicy and sweet! They went to an Olympic swimming race. Gabriela's brother, Chaz, cheered, "Go Brazil!" "Brazil is not even in this event!" Gabriela said. "Oh." Chaz said. He smiled at Julia. "Go Americа!" It was Julia's last day in Rio. They went to Grandma and Grandpa's. Julia remembered the house. She had visited when she was five. Grandpa had taught her to dance. It felt like home. Grandma made a spicy bean stew. After lunch, they went to an Olympic football game. "The crowd is very noisy," Julia said. "I'm scared." "Don't worry," Grandpa said. "Football fans are one big family." At the stadium, the crowd seemed even louder. Julia held Grandpa's hand. Brazil got the ball. Everyone cheered. Julia got caught up in the game. She cheered, too. Then, Brazil scored a goal. The crowd cheered. Grandpa lifted Julia in the air. They sang a song with the crowd to celebrate. Translator: Joseph Geni Reviewer: Morton Bast Before March, 2011, I was a photographic retoucher based in New York City. We're pale, gray creatures. We hide in dark, windowless rooms, and generally avoid sunlight. We make skinny models skinnier, perfect skin more perfect, and the impossible possible, and we get criticized in the press all the time, but some of us are actually talented artists with years of experience and a real appreciation for images and photography. On March 11, 2011, I watched from home, as the rest of the world did, as the tragic events unfolded in Japan. Soon after, an organization I volunteer with, All Hands Volunteers, were on the ground, within days, working as part of the response efforts. I, along with hundreds of other volunteers, knew we couldn't just sit at home, so I decided to join them for three weeks. On May the 13th, I made my way to the town of Ōfunato. It's a small fishing town in Iwate Prefecture, about 50,000 people, one of the first that was hit by the wave. The waters here have been recorded at reaching over 24 meters in height, and traveled over two miles inland. As you can imagine, the town had been devastated. We pulled debris from canals and ditches. We cleaned schools. We de-mudded and gutted homes ready for renovation and rehabilitation. We cleared tons and tons of stinking, rotting fish carcasses from the local fish processing plant. We got dirty, and we loved it. For weeks, all the volunteers and locals alike had been finding similar things. They'd been finding photos and photo albums and cameras and SD cards. And everyone was doing the same. They were collecting them up, and handing them in to various places around the different towns for safekeeping. Now, it wasn't until this point that I realized that these photos were such a huge part of the personal loss these people had felt. As they had run from the wave, and for their lives, absolutely everything they had, everything had to be left behind. At the end of my first week there, I found myself helping out in an evacuation center in the town. I was helping clean the onsen, the communal onsen, the huge giant bathtubs. This happened to also be a place in the town where the evacuation center was collecting the photos. This is where people were handing them in, and I was honored that day that they actually trusted me to help them start hand-cleaning them. Now, it was emotional and it was inspiring, and I've always heard about thinking outside the box, but it wasn't until I had actually gotten outside of my box that something happened. As I looked through the photos, there were some were over a hundred years old, some still in the envelope from the processing lab, I couldn't help but think as a retoucher that I could fix that tear and mend that scratch, and I knew hundreds of people who could do the same. So that evening, I just reached out on Facebook and asked a few of them, and by morning the response had been so overwhelming and so positive, I knew we had to give it a go. So we started retouching photos. This was the very first. Not terribly damaged, but where the water had caused that discoloration on the girl's face had to be repaired with such accuracy and delicacy. Otherwise, that little girl isn't going to look like that little girl anymore, and surely that's as tragic as having the photo damaged. (Applause) Over time, more photos came in, thankfully, and more retouchers were needed, and so I reached out again on Facebook and LinkedIn, and within five days, 80 people wanted to help from 12 different countries. Within two weeks, I had 150 people wanting to join in. Within Japan, by July, we'd branched out to the neighboring town of Rikuzentakata, further north to a town called Yamada. Once a week, we would set up our scanning equipment in the temporary photo libraries that had been set up, where people were reclaiming their photos. The older ladies sometimes hadn't seen a scanner before, but within 10 minutes of them finding their lost photo, they could give it to us, have it scanned, uploaded to a cloud server, it would be downloaded by a gaijin, a stranger, somewhere on the other side of the globe, and it'd start being fixed. The time it took, however, to get it back is a completely different story, and it depended obviously on the damage involved. It could take an hour. It could take weeks. It could take months. The kimono in this shot pretty much had to be hand-drawn, or pieced together, picking out the remaining parts of color and detail that the water hadn't damaged. It was very time-consuming. Now, all these photos had been damaged by water, submerged in salt water, covered in bacteria, in sewage, sometimes even in oil, all of which over time is going to continue to damage them, so hand-cleaning them was a huge part of the project. We couldn't retouch the photo unless it was cleaned, dry and reclaimed. Now, we were lucky with our hand-cleaning. We had an amazing local woman who guided us. It's very easy to do more damage to those damaged photos. As my team leader Wynne once said, it's like doing a tattoo on someone. You don't get a chance to mess it up. The lady who brought us these photos was lucky, as far as the photos go. She had started hand-cleaning them herself and stopped when she realized she was doing more damage. She also had duplicates. Areas like her husband and her face, which otherwise would have been completely impossible to fix, we could just put them together in one good photo, and remake the whole photo. When she collected the photos from us, she shared a bit of her story with us. Her photos were found by her husband's colleagues at a local fire department in the debris a long way from where the home had once stood, and they'd recognized him. The day of the tsunami, he'd actually been in charge of making sure the tsunami gates were closed. He had to go towards the water as the sirens sounded. Her two little boys, not so little anymore, but her two boys were both at school, separate schools. One of them got caught up in the water. It took her a week to find them all again and find out that they had all survived. The day I gave her the photos also happened to be her youngest son's 14th birthday. For her, despite all of this, those photos were the perfect gift back to him, something he could look at again, something he remembered from before that wasn't still scarred from that day in March when absolutely everything else in his life had changed or been destroyed. After six months in Japan, 1,100 volunteers had passed through All Hands, hundreds of whom had helped us hand-clean over 135,000 photographs, the large majority — (Applause) — a large majority of which did actually find their home again, importantly. Over five hundred volunteers around the globe helped us get 90 families hundreds of photographs back, fully restored and retouched. During this time, we hadn't really spent more than about a thousand dollars in equipment and materials, most of which was printer inks. We take photos constantly. A photo is a reminder of someone or something, a place, a relationship, a loved one. They're our memory-keepers and our histories, the last thing we would grab and the first thing you'd go back to look for. That's all this project was about, about restoring those little bits of humanity, giving someone that connection back. When a photo like this can be returned to someone like this, it makes a huge difference in the lives of the person receiving it. The project's also made a big difference in the lives of the retouchers. For some of them, it's given them a connection to something bigger, giving something back, using their talents on something other than skinny models and perfect skin. I would like to conclude by reading an email I got from one of them, Cindy, the day I finally got back from Japan after six months. "As I worked, I couldn't help but think about the individuals and the stories represented in the images. One in particular, a photo of women of all ages, from grandmother to little girl, gathered around a baby, struck a chord, because a similar photo from my family, my grandmother and mother, myself, and newborn daughter, hangs on our wall. Across the globe, throughout the ages, our basic needs are just the same, aren't they?" Thank you. (Applause) (Applause)Gebruik alleen de volgende tekst om meerkeuzevragen (maximaal 4 antwoord mogelijkheden) en juist-onjuist vragen op te stellen: [ ] De Nederlandse economie Langs de rivier de Vecht staan tussen Utrecht en Amsterdam veel mooie oude huizen (afbeelding 3). Ze zijn in de 17e en 18e eeuw gebouwd voor families van rijke handelaren en regenten uit Amsterdam. Zij waren in de 17e eeuw rijk geworden en leenden hun geld nu uit tegen rente. Met de rest van de Nederlandse economie ging het slecht in de 18e eeuw. De nijverheid en handel gingen achteruit. Bedrijven maakten minder winst en er kwam steeds meer werkloosheid en armoede. De 18e eeuw staat bekend als de pruikentijd of de tijd van pruiken en revoluties. Voor aanzienlijke mannen was het dragen van een pruik toen namelijk in de mode (afbeeldingen 4 en 5). [ ] De Franse samenleving In Frankrijk bloeiden na 1700 de handel en nijverheid. In de havens kwamen schepen aan met suiker, koffie, tabak en katoen (afbeelding 5). In de steden werden burgers rijk, maar ze hadden minder rechten dan de geestelijken en de edelen. Er was veel armoede onder Franse arbeiders en boeren. Frankrijk had een standenmaatschappij. De bevolking was verdeeld in drie standen: de geestelijken vormden de eerste stand, de adel vormde de tweede stand en de rest van de bevolking vormde de derde stand. Leden van de eerste en tweede stand hadden privileges. Ze betaalden bijvoorbeeld niet of nauwelijks belasting. Alleen edelen konden de goed betaalde overheidsbanen krijgen. Het gewone volk betaalde vrijwel alle belasting. [ ] Nieuwe ideeën In westerse (West-Europese en Noord-Amerikaanse) landen was het normaal om te geloven wat bestuur ders en geestelijken zeiden. Maar in de 18e eeuw wilde een groep mensen dat niet meer. Ze vonden dat de samenleving moest veranderen. Zo ontstond het idee dat alle mensen gelijk zijn geboren. Daarom moesten ze dezelfde rechten hebben: mensenrechten, zoals de vrijheid van godsdienst. Mensen wilden ook een bestuurssysteem waarbij het volk beslist: een democCratie. Er moest een grondwet komen waarin stond hoe het land werd geregeerd en wat de grondrechten waren: de belangrijkste rechten van de burgers. Mensen wilden ook een rechtsstaat waarin iedereen zich aan de wet moest houden, ook de koning. [ ] Samenvatting . In de 18e eeuw ging de Nederlandse economie achteruit. Er was een kleine groep van rijke families. • In Frankrijk werden burgers rijk door de bloeiende handel en nijverheid. In de standenmaatschappijhadden de eerste en tweede stand (geestelijkheid en adel) privileges, De derde stand (de rest van de bevolking) betaalde de meeste belasting. •In westerse landen ontstonden nieuwe ideeën over de samenleving. Mensen wilden gelijkheid, vrijheid en een rechtsstaat met een grondwet.De familie quizzzzPregătirea tinerilor pentru viața de familie - Starter Quizdagen - maanden - getallen - familieDîner de FamilleENCUESTA DE PADRES DE FAMILIA