Seasonal food with shark fin soup
July 24, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Opinions & Thoughts , 9 comments
Without unique local food, traveling would not be nearly as intriguing. Every bite takes me closer to a culture. Elizabeth Gilbert devoted a third of Eat Pray Love to her eating her heart out in Italy.
It’s fascinating to observe what people eat and how people procure their food in various countries, the closer to the food source, the better. A number of years ago, I visited the Tokyo Tsukiji fish market, the sheer scale of which completely shocked the “romantic” inference of The Old Man and the Sea out of my system.
I love visiting fresh produce market in different regions and countries. This one is fairly typical in China. In smaller cities or rural areas, markets are often outdoors. Notice there is no refrigeration, no spraying of fine mist to keep the produce “fresh”. When asked, the vendors told me exactly where the food came from - all within 25 miles of the market.
One of our bus rides took us to hilly farm fields in the south east of China. Farmers plowed their fields with water buffaloes and planted with hands. I was also told that most fields were mix-planted, i.e., many different produce and grains planted in close vicinity. This picture has beans, peanuts, orange trees and some other green veggies. The endless plantable Midwest plains simply don’t exist in China. Mass production of a single crop is probably not feasible.
In the northwest of China where deserts reign, amazing fruit and nuts are harvested in occasional oases - grapes, melons, apricots, dates, plums, walnuts, and almond. Sorta like the central valley of California.
Spices were one of the precious trading items along the Silk Road two thousand years ago. You can still find crates of spices lining the streets.
Along with the good, we also found the absurd - gimmick food like these nectarines that had patterned paper pasted on them as they were ripening. The end result? nectarines with characters on them.
And of course there is the ugly, very ugly! Shark fin soup is often served at Chinese banquets as a symbol of wealth and prestige. While the practice of finning of sharks has always been brutal, the problem was not noticeable until the economic booming in China. With the rise of the middle class, the demand for shark fin soup has been increasing. The demand is likely a primary contributing factor in the global decline of many shark species.
This restaurant proudly displays its shark fin. I am there to demonstrate the size.
Every time we are in the Monterey Bay Aquarium, I read about the horrifying practice of finning of sharks. But I think they are preaching to the wrong audience. Spend money and run smart ads in China. Educate the young. Hire celebrities if it works there. Traditions with hundreds of years of history are not easy to over throw. Then again, women there no longer have bound feet.
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Trains, buses, maglev?
July 23, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Transportation , 6 comments
Before we had children, my husband and I traveled quite a bit – passports? Check. Plane tickets? Check. Backpacks? Check. Yes, it was that simple.
After the children arrived, we had to reset expectations of travel. We retooled our on-the-go style and slowed down the pace. Still, we vowed to continue seeing the world in our own way. Last year, we took the kids to Italy, devouring a whole lot of pasta and walking a whole lot of miles in the Dolomites.
This year, stars aligned and pointed us to China. My retired parents are spending a summer there. Our friends are interested in joining in our jaunt.
I’ve always been intrigued with the famous Silk Road, 5,000 miles of ancient trade routes that connected China and Europe through central Asia.
(image courtesy of www.easytourchina.com)
A large section of the routes closely hug hundreds of miles of harsh desert and extend over snow capped passes. Camel-led caravans carried with them silk, satins, rubies, spices, diamonds, and rhubarb. Merchants, soldiers, pilgrims, nomads, monks, adventurers, and robbers left their footprints for thousands of years.
Cultures were formed and exchanged along the routes. Various religions spread and influenced each other. Ethnicities interacted and mixed. Can history get any more romantic than that?
It also seemed that on rare occasions when I found and posted any news about what China was doing in the environmental area, controversial and passionate comments ensued. So what is really going on in the world factory? Rather than relying on various news channels, I want to find out on my own.
With bags packed, off we went.
I will start with the transportation we took. Since travel is an eco-sin I repeatedly and willingly commit, the least we can do is to take as much public transportation as possible. Aside from the flights to and from, here are the various public transit vehicles we used:
Maglev - short for Magnetic Levitation train. Though it is a public transit line, I suspect that it is probably not particularly green to operate a Maglev train.
But it reached 220 mph in 2 minutes and hit 268 mph at top speed. I have the picture to prove that. Well, even a non-technophile like me was impressed.
Not so fancy were the buses we took almost daily, most were air-conditioned and many had TV that blast advertisement at us.
Then there is the train where we spent 36 hours. A severe storm wash off a few sections of the train tracks and destablized others built on the desert sand. What else could one do other than reading books and chatting with strangers? While the tracks were being repaired, we met a South African couple who had been volunteering in the remote villages in Kazakhstan for the past 10 years. I stuttered in my head, “but, but, I, I, recycle regularly. Really. Equally virtuous, no?”
More exotic are the 3 wheeled taxis that drop you off a few miles away for 10 cents.
My favorite is when I got to be a driver for a few minutes on a water taxi.
My overall impression of the transportation greenness:
An overwhelming majority of Chinese people ride public transit to go places, whether it is buses, subways or trains.
There are very few SUVs on the road.
Private cars are seen as a status symbol. Chinese people are striving to become car owners. Ironically the traffic is so horrifying virtually 24 hours a day, driving your own car is more of a torture than pleasure. Whether one rides a bicycle, a bus or a BMW Z3, it take 30 minutes to go 5 miles.
This has nothing to do with greenness. Traffic rules seem utterly discretionary. Red light, what red light?
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My welcome home committee
July 21, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Opinions & Thoughts , 4 comments
I am finally back from our month-long journey to the far east. It was both exhilarating and exhausting. Even though we are footloose in our bones (even our kids are getting to that state of mind), it is still nice to be home.
The first thing we visited was our nascent vegetable garden. Our hard dug and freshly planted palm-sized garden was on our minds, even when we wandered about the ancient Silk Road in the deep desert. I’d imagine the luxurious silk, satins, rubies, diamonds, pearls, rhubarb, pilgrims, monks and nomads that journeyed through this route and shaped many civilizations. Then I’d wonder how my vegetables were doing with an experimental sprinkle system.
In the cool morning air, our welcome committee glistened in the sun. My gosh, they surely grew while we were gone!
Have you ever seen one and half foot tall red-leaf lettuces? Here is one of my monster lettuces with its open arms.
Our corn is not bearing any sweet kernels yet. Still the plants are tall and graceful.
Bush beans are ready to be picked.
So are the carrots.
Apparently some uninvited visitors have been feasting on our strawberries and have taken the liberty of lifting our peppers altogether. But seeing our other healthy plants put me in a good mood. So I won’t hunt them down or even hold any grudge. But critters, we are back. Don’t mess with my garden again!
I laughed at my strange attachment to our silly little vegetable garden. I’ve come home from far away places many times before. But this time, it is different. This time I have a welcome committee.
p.s., I will post pictures of our journey later this week.
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More experience less stuff
July 14, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Opinions & Thoughts , 6 comments
We are still on the road where internet access is at best inconsistent. Still, every so often I check in with friends and family via email.
Last week among my large collection of unread messages was a recommendation email from a friend in the bay area. She wrote, “If you visited our home in the past, you know what a mess it was. We couldn’t see the floor in the kids’ rooms, couldn’t find a shirt in our closet, and certainly couldn’t park a car in the garage. But Karen changed all that. She is a professional organizer highly recommended by my local mother’s group. She did an amazing job creating a flow in all the rooms. She compartmentalized the kids’ rooms. Now I can actually find something to wear in my closet. Our minivan finds itself happily parked in the garage with space to spare. I highly recommend Karen to anyone who may need to reorganize their homes.”
Home organizers seem to be a profession de jour. Lately I have encountered quite a few in various forms - closet organizer, home organizer, garage designer, etc. Normally when an email like this arrives in my inbox, I simply delete it without giving it much thought. However, being six thousand miles away from my ordinary environment seems to provide me with fresh perspectives. The idea of a professional organizer for an average home suddenly just seems, oh so absurd.
For those who are professional organizers, I sincerely apologize for snickering. Clearly there is a reason for the birth of such a profession in our consumer based society.
Being in the bay area, where the mere purchase of a small lot can break your arms, legs, and more, our homes in general cannot compete in size with an average American home. My friend’s home is 1,600 square feet, about the average in this area. Have we lost the ability to manage 1,600 square feet?
No. But it seems that we have lost the ability to manage what we put on the 1,600 square feet. Simply put, we have so much stuff that we need a professional to tell us how and where to spread it so we don’t trip over it constantly.
Undoubtedly professional organizers have acquired skills to streamline stuff placement and perhaps even help families prioritize and trim their stuff. But isn’t the profession somewhat a band-aid rather than a solution?
Over a beer (actually a few) with a group of newly acquainted folks who were from various corners of the world, the topic of profession came up. “What do you guys think of professional organizers?” I interjected.
Hmmm? What do you mean?
After my probably inadequate explanation, most people in the group were quite amused. “So you spend your hard earned money on too many things. Then you spend your hard earned money to hire someone to either help you get rid of the things or put them away.” A lady from Belgium reflected.
Sounds about right. Fresh perspectives are always helpful.
A man from UK admitted that he could use the help from such a professional, “Our house is a bloody mess!” Apparently the overflowing of stuff is not a unique American problem.
I don’t remember how we ended the conversation, after all a few rounds of beer often obscure one’s memory. But I recall that at one point we toasted to “more experience, less stuff.”
Wait, wait, can that be a solution to our clutter problem? More experience, less stuff instead of professional organizers? Can beer occasionally provide some level of clarity? Can a random group of people with diverse cultural background arrive at such a simple solution to our unique 21st century problem?
I will cheer to that - More experience, less stuff…
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Sweet Sweat of Summer
July 10, 2008
Posted by CindyC in : Opinions & Thoughts , 5 comments
“Mommy, you missed a branch up top!” yelled my daughter.
While others chose to hide at the mall and wait out the heat, my family decided to duck under the shade of our old apricot tree and harvest our ripe fruit. Perhaps an unexpected benefactor of the recent heat waves, our tree has produced more fruit this season than the last few years combined. Okay, maybe it had this much fruit last year but the greedy racoons beat us to the harvest. This year, with a little help from our vigilant dog, we have yet to see those sneaky thiefs.
With a little reaching, climbing and summer sweat, we amazingly had collected 2 whole buckets (and I don’t mean the small toy kind) of ripe golden fruit, just from one side of the tree! Embarassed but proud of our bounty, we filled several bags with apricots and knocked on our neighbors’ doors. Actually, it was just me as my husband is still a bit weary about being the “crazy neighbor” that drops by unexpectedly. Three doors and 45 minutes later, I think I solidified my position as the friendly neighbor 
But my neighborly gesture barely made a dent in the buckets, so in the cool of the night, my mom taught me how to make apricot pie. Four pies to be exact - 1 to eat and 3 to freeze. Who knew you can freeze uncooked pies!
Still with a bucket remaining, the next night I made 3 batches of apricot jam/preserve. Thanks GreenBean for teaching me how to make jam! Although I am suppose to wait 10 days for the jam to set, I couldn’t help opening one this morning to spread on my bread. It was delicious.
Now I am eagerly waiting for the remaining apricots to ripe and searching for new recipes. Anyone got suggestions?
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Comin’ around different mountains
July 7, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Opinions & Thoughts , 5 comments
One of the great aspects of traveling is meeting new people, people from entirely different walks of life and from far away countries.
A couple of days ago, I had a conversation with Anika, a Danish lady on a train somewhere in China. Turned out that these days she lived in the U.S. for the most part. Go figure. Anyhow starting with chit chat about gas prices in various countries - seeminly an international topic these days - we moved on to peak oil. Now I had not read enough books or research papers to be completely convinced whether we were close to, right at, or post peak oil. But the theory of peak oil seemed entirely plausible. My new acquaintance on the other hand was very admant that we still had enough oil reserve to last us centuries and centuries. She believed however that because of the unique location of the oil reserves, we (rest of the world, particularly the west) were clearly hijacked politically by the region.
We beat around the bush about peak oil or no peak oil for a while and it was getting frustrating for both of us. It seemed that we could not come to any common understanding.
But then I found out that back home Anika did not own a car. She biked everywhere, work, stores, and kids’ schools. Apparently she grew up in Holland and biking around town was just the way of life. Further discussion revealed that she was equally admant that we needed to be energy independent to achieve political stability. “Conservation and alternative energy” she insisted would be the only ways to get us out of the current hijacked circumstances.
We seemed to come from divergent paths but somehow landed at the same place - conservation and alternative energy. I almost felt like saying, “hell, why didn’t you just say so?!” Surely she felt the same way.
“Amused” by the conversation, I thought about the “conflicts” I had at home.
Raised by a mother who grew up working on a farm in Ohio, my husband inherited some of her frugal habits. “Please turn off the light”, “Please turn off the water”, “Why go to Starbucks when you can make your own coffee?” he would blabber at me. For a while, I found it extremely irritating.
My parents did not grow up rich. But thrifiness has never been their priority and is certainly not a value that I was brought up with.
So you can imagine that we had a bit of conflict when my husband and I started our own household. My weekly trips to Target irked him to no end. I chalked it up to the compromises we both had to deal with.
It was to his great delight that I stopped buying “crap” and started turning off everything a couple of year ago.
“You’ve finally seen the light and come to my side,” he would tease.
“Not at all. I am not doing it to save money. I am all about creating a better environment. My goal is way nobler,” I would protest.
“But our actions and outcomes are exactly the same,” he would not give up.
“Yeah, but, but,” I would insist.
Then one day, I realized that it was not at all important that we came into this from orthogonal perspectives. Our results are the same - less resource consumption. That was the day we stopped splitting hair and called ourselves Fruecos.
These realizations broadened my view of environmentalism. We’ve all come to this from diverse perspectives and experience. Some of us want a better future for our children, some of us are heart-broken over the dim future of wild lives, some of us see the earth as God’s creation and are protecting it in his/her name, some of us are outdoor enthusiasts and want the beauty of nature here to stay, some of us outrightly reject wastefulness, and some of us are simply brought up with green values and practices.
Anika, my accidental fellow traveler wanted nothing to do with the precarious geo-political instability.
Whichever paths and whatever paces we have taken to get here, we are here. Forget about focusing on individual motivations, forget about arguing over the small differences in approaches. We are all on our way to achieve the same thing.
Now that is something to celebrate!
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My Indulgence
July 2, 2008
Posted by CindyC in : Opinions & Thoughts , 3 comments
Yesterday, one of my friends asked what I’ve been doing with my extra time (freed from my summer blog slacking). Well, I sheepishly opened my handbag and showed her my guilty pleasure - a large single book collection of Jane Austen novels that I picked up for $3 at the library book sale. I admit I am an Austen-holic. I’ve read all her novels and pretty much seen all the versions of Pride and Prejudice that were ever made, including multiple viewings of the 5 1/2 hour BBC rendition.
Okay, I know some of you are probably disappointed by my “confession”. After all, Jane Austen remains a respected literary figure and even have college courses dedicated to her work. I guess I view this as an indulgence as I am rereading Pride & Prejudice for probably the hundredth time, instead of my planned “green” book for July.
However, I am glad to see that unlike me, some of my friends are still diligently reading and thinking about important issues. My good friend Michelle recently took the opportunity to hear Michael Pollan talk about his new book In Defense of Food. Thanks Michelle for a great summary and when it’s finally my turn to get the book from the library, I swear I won’t let Mark Darcy, Lizzy Bennet or Emma Woodhouse get in the way.
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Happy hour addiction
June 30, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Green Journal , 11 comments
“Mommy, mommy, are we going to have a happy hour this Friday?” my daughters regularly ask me whenever the weather is reasonably nice. They are six and three, a tad shy of the drinking age. Apparently several of our neighbors’ toddlers ask the same question. In case you are gasping, let me assure you that these children have not developed any taste for alcohol.
It all started on a warm Friday evening three years ago. One of my neighbors M decided to set up a folding table on her driveway, with a couple of bottles of wine, a jug of freshly sqeezed and mixed lemonade, a plate of crackers and a bowl of pretzels. On the ground were a few toys and a pack of chalk.
We were on our way home from a walk, with a toddler, a new born and a puppy in tow. M flashed a friendly smile and invited us for a drink. Before that evening our interactions were limited to “hello-isn’t-the-weather-grand”. A glass of wine later we learned that her little baby was a month older than my newborn, she loved the color red, her husband had six brothers, and much more.
Then more neighbors walked by and stopped to have a drink of just a chat. Within a couple of hours, we began to know each other - our names, kids’ ages, favorite local hangouts, and naturally our beverage preferences. Turned out we had twelve children within four years of age on our short block.
Thanks to M, the Neighborhood Happy Hour (TM) was born. From then on, about six families on our block have taken turns to host the NHH most Fridays in the summer. Kids look forward to playing with each other way past their bed time on those evenings.
(courtesy of http://www.nyfolklore.org/>
And you ask, so what? You guys have drinks together now and then. Big deail.
Well the big deal is that we’ve gotten to know each other well enough to ask for favors, loads of favors. Unaccustomed to asking help from others, I began to see that being able to ask from and lend a hand to each other formed the basic frabric of a close-knit community.
Need to run a quick errand without the kids? We watch each other’s children.
Need a circular saw one or twice but don’t want to buy one? We know where to borrow.
Need a ride to the train station or airport? I have offered several times and haven’t failed to find one yet.
Too busy to go to farmers’ market? No problem. I can bring you back a few pints of strawberries and two bunches of yellow beets.
Want to read National Geographic, Economist, and People but don’t want to to subscribe to them all? We swap magazines.
Need fresh oregano, basil an dparsley for that pasta dish you are making? No need to run to the store. The herbs in the planter box in my front yard are yours to take.
Can you water my plants when we are away for a week? Take out our trash and recycling bin? Done.
It’s easy to put a dollar value on a real estate property based on its location, its size, and its improvements. How do you assign a number to the closeness, friendliness, and helpfulness of neighbors? I don’t know, but it sure feels like that my house is worth 50 percent more.
While a little alcohol kick-started our little community, there are other approaches, believe it or not. Greenbean organized a buying group and a green book club.
Here are a few other suggestions from Norhwest Earth Institute:
- Start making short and simple contacts - Borrow milk or hand tools, ask for planting advice if you see a nice garden
- Make yourself accessible - Relax on your front porch, play games in the front yard.
- Work in the garden - It is one of the best ways to meet your neighbors.
- Start a babysitting coop - It works if you have young children (I have some reservation on this one because I have seen many “formal” babysitting coops. I get a headache just to see the agreements everyone has to sign, given our litigious society).
- Start a bulk product/service buying club - Greenbean is ahead of the curve. She can probably provide more detail.
- Throw a block party a few times a year - Apparently annual events are not frequent enough to keep people in touch.
- If all fails, entice neighbors with alcohol - Okay, this one is all mine.
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Making Chard Delicious
June 25, 2008
Posted by CindyC in : Opinions & Thoughts , 4 comments
First off, I actually like swiss chard. Sauteed with some butter and a little salt and I can eat a plate full. However, many don’t feel the same way.
In fact, one of my friends wanted to just dump this hardy green (that’s growing way past its season) into the composter! So for those of you who are trying to find a better way to cook this nutritious green, I stumbled upon a great recipe that even my chard-evasive family enjoyed.
The recipe was cut out of the SF Examiner but I couldn’t find it online so I hope this won’t offend the source.
Swiss Chard with Caramelized Onions and Pine Nuts
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2 tbsp pine nuts
1 tbsp olive oil
1 large sweet onion, coarsely chopped
1 bunch Swiss Chard (with leaves and stalks separated)
2 tbsp golden raisins
2 tbsp balsamic vinegar
1/4 tsp salt
Black pepper to taste
In a large skillet, toast the pine nuts until golden brown (for about 3 minutes). Transfer to a plate and set aside.
In the same pan, heat olive oil over medium-low heat. Add onions and cook, stirring occasionally, unitl golden brown and soft (about 9-12 minutes).
Meanwhile, cut chard stalks into sticks 1/4 inch wide and 2 inches long. Tear leaves into 2 inch pieces.
Add stalks and raisins to caramelized onions and cook, stirring occasionally, until the stalk are tender (about 10-12 minutes).
Add chard leaves and vinegar. Continue cooking until the leaves are very wilted and tender. Season with salft and pepper and sprinkle with pine nuts after transferring to serving plate.
The recipe takes about 45 minutes (though active prep time is 15 minutes) but it takes the toughness out of the stalk and the pine nuts give the dish that extra crunch. Yum.
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Looking through my selfish lens
June 23, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Opinions & Thoughts , 8 comments
We are traveling afar, to a different continent in fact. Before anyone points out to me how anti-green air travel is, I’d like to clarify that I am painfully aware of the fact. Several times on this blog I have confessed my conflicted emotions about the previledge of traveling.
We no longer have the “right” to travel afar considering its damage to the environment. But if I have to one eco sin, this will be it. Elizabeth Gilbert whose “Eat, Pray, Love” touched me in so many ways, declared for me. “I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels about her impossible, colicky, restless newborn baby - I just don’t care what it puts me through.”
Before having kids, whenever I had all my worldly possessions crammed into a backpack, my synapses would start zinging and singing - the intimate memory of newness, independence, loniness, joy, connection and sometimes despair would start my heart pumping.
Greenbeen has recommended the book Common Wealth to me a number of times. It apparently would supply me with more execuse to go places. Surely when I am back from the trip, I will have to check it out of the library to absolve all my accumulated guilt.
With two little children in tow and a heavy mortgage, I can no longer load all the belongings on my back. Still, the seemingly obsessive yearning for foreign places hasn’t gone away. Do I need to seek a shrink?
Anyhow with great conflicting feelings, I have decided to continue to feed my craving, but do so as lighly as possible. Yes, even with two little children.
Take little stuff and bring home little. You’d be surprised how long the repleated use of three changes of clothes can serve you. We pack all of our things into one backpack for a month’s trip. Everywhere we go, we acquire new phrases of local languages, lingering taste of local foods, and stories of local history and culture, rather than souvenirs and trinkets. Unaware of anything different, my kids seem to take to the style quite easily.
Minimize small flight trips and maximize usage of public transportation. Instead of short flight trips we try to take only one long trip every year. After we land at a destination, trains and buses are usually our vehicles of choice. Riding on a bus with bleeping goats and quacking ducks would stay in your memory far longer than flying smoothly from A to B.
(courtesy of www.tibetplus.com)
Borrow instead of buy. My kids are six and three. Despite my boast of robustness, flying with small children and keeping them seated for 12+ hours can be real grind. This time around, we gave in to the portable DVD idea. Fighting the convenience to buy one from the store, I was lucky enough to borrow one from a generous neighbor. In exchange, her toddler aged boys wanted pictures of trains and buses we would ride and ticket stubs. I was told that those were highly valued tradable items, in the world of 3-6 year old boys at least.
Find alternative lodging options. Increasingly there are more eco lodging options, though they still tend to be associated with eco tours. After trying a few, we found them inconsistent. The agritourismo accommodation in Italy was one of our best memories while a “green” hotel in San Francisco was not far from window dressing. Another option we have really enjoyed is staying with family friends, or friends’ families, or even friends’ friends. Collect all the potential contacts and don’t be shy of using them, especially in a foreign countries. I am aware that this is not for everyone. But so far, we have had the best experience with this type of accommodations. Imagine being taken to local hangouts in Paris that are no where to be found in any guide books.
Will doing all the above redeem the damage air travel does? I won’t begin to delude myself in thinking so. However if one does not want to give up the selfish idea of traveling, these options can reduce our environmental impact once on the ground. In fact when we travel in third world countries, our footprints are much smaller than back in the U.S. because of the “smaller” lifestyle in these countries.
Plus, being a traveler instead of a tourist just makes trips more fun and memorable. I promise.
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