Hai cercato la traduzione di approached da Francese a Inglese

several local businesses approached yanacocha and now supply various products.
for these employees, pay rates are similar to those in lima.

mr spaak warned that monetary problems had to be approached with extreme caution.
with regard to the representation of labour, mr spaak considered that the outlook was favourable.

mr spaak considered that the problem of social policy should be approached with caution.
in that sense, the franco-belgian proposals to which mr spaak had referred earlier could be regarded as an important change to that initial text in comparison.

perhaps being approached about the project brought back bad memories and reopened old wounds.
it is not clear whether these findings apply equally to sentencing circles.

i approached the house, as you know, on foot, and with my mind entirely free from all impressions.
je me suis approché de la maison a pied, comme vous avez pu le voir, et l’esprit dégagé de toute idée préconçue.

they usually arrived in the early hours of the morning and, impressively, approached the skylines of the cities.
they usually arrived in the early hours of the morning and, impressively, approached the skylines of the cities.

as he approached, on foot, the bridge of boats at casalmaggiore, fabrizio carefully reread giletti's passport.
en approchant à pied du pont de bateaux de casal-maggiore, fabrice relisait attentivement le passeport de giletti.

although to all appearance she was paying the most careful attention to what she was doing, at the moment when she approached the window of the aviary she blushed quite perceptibly.
quoique, suivant toute apparence, elle veillât sur ses actions avec le plus grand soin, au moment où elle s’approcha de la fenêtre de la volière, elle rougit fort sensiblement.

other witnesses that were approached by the military police that did not have the same impression of the alleged event or did not harbour an unfavourable view of the accused were not asked to provide written statements.
● the accused is more often then not guilty ● accused committed the offense they were charged with, as shown in the mp report.

seven candles only were lighted when fabrizio approached the stand; he registered this fact in his memory, with the intention of meditating upon it later on when he had more leisure.
sept cierges seulement étaient allumés quand fabrice s’approcha ; il plaça cette circonstance dans sa mémoire avec l’intention d’y réfléchir ensuite plus à loisir.

then the officer must have the opme law and ethics course. lastly, he must speak with an independant lawyer that was not approached by the co with this case to ensure that he has given the proper advice to the accused.
a one day long course with a demonstration of a charge parade would aid in understanding the process computer based training for the knowledge component followed by role play on cbt or instructor-led any training package that would be available from schools.

as he approached his farm, he was surprised to see a horse hitched to each of the posts of the gate. still more surprised was he on entering to find two young men in possession of his sitting-room.
en approchant de la ferme il fut tres étonné de voir deux chevaux attachés de chaque côté de la grille, mais sa surprise augmenta encore en trouvant deux jeunes gens installés dans son salon.

"hallo there!" she called to the mounted man, "come over here and have a glass of brandy." the soldiers approached.
holà ! ho ! cria-t-elle à celui qui était à cheval, viens donc ici boire le verre d’eau-de-vie ; les soldats s’approchèrent.

4) dans le cadre de cette organisation, <<[t]here have been instances where states have approached the secretariat requesting information as to whether and how existing reservations could be modified.
(4) within the council framework, "[t]here have been instances where states have approached the secretariat requesting information as to whether and how existing reservations could be modified.

bang bang bang! gunshots chased through the alley way, as i looked left and right i saw a bunch of dead civillians. i was in shock sneakly twisting myself around, ''micheal''( photographer)i whispered, ''yeah, did you just see that, that was crazy!'' he responded nervoulsy loud. i clutch on to micheal with force shoving my hand over his mouth sealing it ''what do you think your doing , do you want to die.'' i muttered in michaels ear. we need to split up michael suggested sudden two men approached me wearing; thermal synthetic, silk black balaclavas, and scatty pants and boots. however, one of these guys couldn't speak english ''where you from?'' asked the suspected criminal with an east african accent, i replied, ''united kingdom sir.'' ''now, what's a wealthy man like you doing in a wasteland like this?'' ''urm...'' he screwed up his face as if it were paper. ''tourist'' i responded slowly breaking a sweat. '' i dont believe you'' he said with a slight smirk ''whats going on'' echoed in the mist, i quickly turned my head 90 degrees south. the man struck his firearm in my face, shaking from left to right unsure whats going on, it appeared to be my cameraman micheal ''lets go'' he shouted in a high pitched voice. i ran like usain bolt adrenaline rushed through my body, the intense feeling of death around the corner felt cold, bang bang bang... for every gunshot there was a heartbeat. '' come on'' micheal screamed, bang! ''no!..'' sympathy did not exist at this point i had to carry on ''everyman for himself.'' ''just keep running'' i told myself exhaling deeply, ''no more running, no more gunshots, and no more dead bodies, just silence!'' letting the winds pass through my fingers knowing i'm at safety. beep beep ! ''do you need lift my friend?'' a cab driver said out of the bloom, as i got into the cab ''yes to the airport please '' i responded in a shocked humour. ''you leaving my friend?'' cab driver asked ''yeah i'm done here, was just a photographer, helping poor parts of africa become more fortunate unfortunately my help was not needed, you see life's not a story its reality.'' ''wait why did i lie to them...'' ''guess that doesn't matter anymore just lost a colleague '' i said to myself, ''what you talking about my friend?'' the cab driver interfered ''sigh nothing'' as i stared out the window having short flashbacks of what just happend, its like it all took place in a split second. meanwhile, later that day... i finally arrived at the airport it was pitch black, night time the time remained unknown. beeep beep, the cab driver beeped his horn, appeared to be wanting something, ''where's my money my friend?'' ''oh! yeah here. i casually handed over the drivers change. ''bye now'' the cab driver said, i marched as fast as i could into the airport, as, my head drifted in the direction of the airports television everything was coming back to me again ''grr'' i grunted, it seemed to be what just happend earlier ''they has been ruthless murdering spree going on we will investigate more be sure to tune in: itn news'' the tv had just mentioned. the gutted feeling you have when you know who the fugitives of a crime was, but i couldn't let that phase me i took like a brush to the shoulder and booked my flight. united kingdom! had been tanoid i knew it was my time to say good bye. gunshots! i dont believe you... lets go! noo!... no more running no more gunshots nore more died bodies lifes not a story its realitypunctuation
autobang bang bang! gunshots chased through the alley way, as i looked left and right i saw a bunch of dead civillians. i was in shock sneakly twisting myself around, ''micheal''( photographer)i whispered, ''yeah, did you just see that, that was crazy!'' he responded nervoulsy loud. i clutch on to micheal with force shoving my hand over his mouth sealing it ''what do you think your doing , do you want to die.'' i muttered in michaels ear. we need to split up michael suggested sudden two men approached me wearing; thermal synthetic, silk black balaclavas, and scatty pants and boots. however, one of these guys couldn't speak english ''where you from?'' asked the suspected criminal with an east african accent, i replied, ''united kingdom sir.'' ''now, what's a wealthy man like you doing in a wasteland like this?'' ''urm...'' he screwed up his face as if it were paper. ''tourist'' i responded slowly breaking a sweat. '' i dont believe you'' he said with a slight smirk ''whats going on'' echoed in the mist, i quickly turned my head 90 degrees south. the man struck his firearm in my face, shaking from left to right unsure whats going on, it appeared to be my cameraman micheal ''lets go'' he shouted in a high pitched voice. i ran like usain bolt adrenaline rushed through my body, the intense feeling of death around the corner felt cold, bang bang bang... for every gunshot there was a heartbeat. '' come on'' micheal screamed, bang! ''no!..'' sympathy did not exist at this point i had to carry on ''everyman for himself.'' ''just keep running'' i told myself exhaling deeply, ''no more running, no more gunshots, and no more dead bodies, just silence!'' letting the winds pass through my fingers knowing i'm at safety. beep beep ! ''do you need lift my friend?'' a cab driver said out of the bloom, as i got into the cab ''yes to the airport please '' i responded in a shocked humour. ''you leaving my friend?'' cab driver asked ''yeah i'm done here, was just a photographer, helping poor parts of africa become more fortunate unfortunately my help was not needed, you see life's not a story its reality.'' ''wait why did i lie to them...'' ''guess that doesn't matter anymore just lost a colleague '' i said to myself, ''what you talking about my friend?'' the cab driver interfered ''sigh nothing'' as i stared out the window having short flashbacks of what just happend, its like it all took place in a split second. meanwhile, later that day... i finally arrived at the airport it was pitch black, night time the time remained unknown. beeep beep, the cab driver beeped his horn, appeared to be wanting something, ''where's my money my friend?'' ''oh! yeah here. i casually handed over the drivers change. ''bye now'' the cab driver said, i marched as fast as i could into the airport, as, my head drifted in the direction of the airports television everything was coming back to me again ''grr'' i grunted, it seemed to be what just happend earlier ''they has been ruthless murdering spree going on we will investigate more be sure to tune in: itn news'' the tv had just mentioned. the gutted feeling you have when you know who the fugitives of a crime was, but i couldn't let that phase me i took like a brush to the shoulder and booked my flight. united kingdom! had been tanoid i knew it was my time to say good bye. gunshots! i dont believe you... lets go! noo!... no more running no more gunshots nore more died bodies lifes not a story its reality