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Friday, April 23rd, 2010
Have you come to your senses yet?
As I’ve been walking around under a cloud of volcanic ash wondering, like many, when aircraft are going to restore that reliable sense of speed we have got used to in our lives, my dog Lucy has been concerned with developments on the ground. As the earth softens and emits the many smells of the life within it, Lucy is in sensory heaven. It has been a long, dull winter without the aromas of the earth and only endless amounts of white snow that, to her chagrin, leaves her fur sparkling clean. For a dog, not walking around with something ill-smelling in its fur is the height of unattractiveness.
So far I have managed to stick to my new regimen of a long early morning walk in Drottningholm Park. It is a wonderful new habit but I fear that Lucy and I have objectives that are at odds. While I am seeking to break into a sweat, burn energy and tone muscles by keeping up a goose-step pace strictly between 6.30 and 7.30 am (when I have to be home to ensure that the children get breakfast before I start work) Lucy is in a timeless search for the smell of all smells. Like a connoisseur, she slows down at each tree to appreciate the many great smells that a tree bears: the smell of birds, squirrels, deer chewing at the lichen on the bark and of course canine buddies who have previously baptized the tree. Like a speed tyrant, I drag her forward and reprimand her for inattention to our schedule.
On one of the back paths we run into Crown Princess Victoria looking athletic in black followed by two noisy lifeguards. “Hej”, she comments gently to Lucy who naturally captures the spotlight with her timeless sense of joy. Then it occurs to me that not even a rushed crown princess who most likely has no desire to greet more beings during her precious early morning hours can resist being drawn in by that affectionate space that a dog creates. Even if dogs physically live in our harried world, spiritually they preserve that original authenticity of joy in the moment that just then seems to have no limits.
Lucy is all done with her pal the Crown Princess and has now found a snail to focus her attentions upon. The snail is crossing the road at a pace which is painful to observe. There isn’t a great deal of traffic here but all it takes is the occasional vehicle to send the snail to purgatory. My urge is to lift up the poor little critter and move it to safety on the other side of the road, but something tells me that we should let nature take its course. Lucy and I watch the snail with ears pricked until finally its trail has left a shiny line across the road. We look up and find that a vehicle has been waiting for us to be done with snail hour.
Although she can be annoying I cherish my dog. How else would I learn to appreciate the delicate progress of a snail?
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For anyone contemplating purchasing a furry friend check Svenska Kennelklubben. If you are interested in a Lucy check Golden Retrieverklubben.
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Tuesday, April 13th, 2010
Change is inevitable so pick your moment
I had just returned from the mountains where April was like silk glistening on every facade. In the mountains there was peace: no rush to prepare for the life to come when the snow had melted. Here there were no gardens to tend. The blueberries and the cloudberries would simply burst forth in the shade of the pine and the spruce, and there would be nothing else to do but pick them and enjoy. There is always a reluctance to leave the measured rhythm of the mountains for the speed of the south. If you are wondering where this treasured paradise of mine is check www.fjatervalen.se.
Back in reality, I made one of those resolutions that only the spring grants you the wherewithal to make. I would get up an hour earlier to take a longer and more energetic walk with Lucy the dog in the mornings. I would reach the park before the signs of rushed humans became evident in the gravel, and before the morning traffic reached its cacophonous peak. Somehow I would beat the speed.
At the waterfront all signs of the thick sheet of ice that had looked unmeltable only a couple of weeks ago were gone. As I walked down the linden alleys my thoughts were drowned out by the screeching of birds for which 6-7 am was obviously mating hour. The branches of the trees were still bare but the birds had got a head start on the race of the season. In the gardens of the well-kept homes leading down to the China Pavilion, the bishop’s goutweed had already managed to creep up before the garden sheds had been unlocked for the warm season. “Remember to get your tomato seeds planted by the end of March,” I had been advised by the lady with the greenhouse next door. Were mine planted? Were they hell! Time was running through my fingers.
Up at the China Pavilion, the pansies stood ready to be unveiled at the doorstep. Were we already back at the annual pansy exhibition? I sat down on the top step and took a sneak preview of the exhibit under one of the white covers that would be lifted later this morning. “Peaceful moment” read the sign in front of one of the many different varieties. Of course, peaceful moment, I thought, isn’t it so true? Change is in the nature of things so just pick your moment.
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Saturday, March 20th, 2010
Could this happen in Sweden?
Recently I’ve been thinking of how much mental space we could create if we collectively agreed to get rid of stereotypes. All of those small compartments we walk around with in our heads would suddenly be cleared away and we’d feel so much lighter. Just think of all of that space for real new perceptions and no reinforcement of tired old views by tired old media and advertizing (naturally I am not referring to this forward-looking publication). One of the thoughtful readers of this blog recently reminded me of a quotation from Walt Whitman that read “in me there are multitudes”. Aren’t all people and places like this? Over the years, I’ve discovered that Sweden is no exception. Yes, it is dark but it is also very light and several shades in between. Yes, people are quiet but they are also deafeningly loud and then there are the varying tones from the gentle nyckelharpa to the thundering Poodles. Hair is blonde but it is also dark, red, and every shade of mouse on the color spectrum.
This brings me to the business of gardens. Who thinks of gardens when they think of Sweden? Vast tracts of coniferous forest and flat tundra perhaps, but not the luscious, romantic gardens that we associate with that green and pleasant land, England. The fact that my interest in gardens first germinated in this land of hearty winter shrubs is in fact no coincidence. The Wall Street Journal noted in a survey undertaken sometime during the past decade that Sweden is home to the largest number of recreational gardeners in the world as a percentage of its population. When Martha Stewart sought ideas for her media imperium from European gardens she came to Sweden and visited Zeta’s, among other Swedish gardens. This long country of thirsty and domineering birch is an unexpected gem of inspiration when it comes to gardens.
Even among those who are skeptical in this country, gardens are on their minds. A headline article in one of last week’s main daily newspapers read in translation, “For a mediocre gardener the best time is now.” The journalist, a veteran hobby gardener, was referring to the many times he had watched the dreams presented in the gardening catalogues of March devoured by garden pests, dry weather and other mischievous villains that gardeners perpeutally duel with. My point is, what other industrialized countries do you know of where an average gardener’s frustrations make headline news?
Perhaps it is because we do it against all odds in Sweden. Perhaps it is because of the Linnean tradition of fascination for the detail of all that makes its way out of the once hardened ground. Could it be a legacy of Sweden’s close peasant past or is it a symbol for progress and a society in which people have the time and economic means to fuss over the roses? I have often wondered why, and at the same time find it extremely freeing to be a part of Sweden’s little-known gardening fetish which defies all mental compartments about this country.
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For those of you who want to join Sweden’s gardening fetish:
8-11 April, Nordiska Trädgårdar, Älvsjö Mässa
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Wednesday, February 10th, 2010
Space, the final frontier...
The birds are chirping and the snow on the ground is knee-deep. The light has a softness in it that belongs more to the future than it does to the now when the earth is still hard and the branches bare. These contrasts make the month of February an interesting and surprising time to be in Sweden and not at all the monotone freeze that this country has a reputation for being in until midsummer when the tourists begin to arrive.
Among the other contrasts that I notice this February are those that I see in the landscape of this country of supposedly charming rust-red houses trimmed with ‘carpenter’s delight’. A Sunday walk with my husband on the ice reveals a new and juxtaposing picture of architecture in Sweden and with this a shift in values taking place within a whole society. “This place is starting to look like America,” my husband comments as he notices the large waterfront houses that have shot up in no time. My husband is old enough to remember Sweden in the 1950s so there is the possibility that he could be exaggerating. On the other hand, during the fourteen years that I have had the opportunity to observe Swedish coastlines from the ice, things have clearly changed.
The going gets tough as we hit a patch where the snow is so deep that it has insulated a layer of water between itself and the 40 cm-thick ice. We are forced to stop and look. On the shore just up in front of us we behold three houses that tell a story of the rapid transformation of a cultural landscape that is happening without almost anyone commenting. To the right, at the bottom of a low hill nestled among the trees is a tiny house that looks like a DIY sports cabin. It was obviously built to provide a simple base from which to enjoy the beautiful natural environment. To the left of this cabin is a slightly larger cabin with terrace and a small kitchen with running water. This place was also clearly built with life in the outdoors in mind. Even further to the left, perched up on the hill, is a great, grey house with no carpenter’s delight and a double garage. It’s long row of front-facing windows demonstrates that it is clearly built for enjoying the outdoors from the indoors. Before us we have the story of late twentieth century and early twenty-first century Sweden. There is a shift happening from outdoors to indoors and from nature to convenience.
Sense tells me that it is important to resist a glorification of the past. In mid-winter indoor sanitary facilities are a great blessing. I know what it is like to weather a Swedish winter without running water (we’ll leave that story for my memoir of island life which is coming out later this year or another blog entry!). On the other hand, there is something about the rapid emergence of these big and rather unoriginal houses in a very short period of historical time that is disturbing. How do we actually create more space for ourselves in modern society? Bigger houses mean greater use of energy, more cleaning and less time in the greatest space we’ve got: nature.
There is of course another trend and one I have reported about at my e-magazine. That is, the rapidly increasing popularity of hermit huts and tree houses. People with the resources are today prepared to pay a premium for the opportunity to live in a designer ‘box’ for a night because it gives them an opportunity to taste a form of freedom that is available on a path that society is slowly relinquishing.
Two days later my husband and I walked past a recreation of Lådan, a 20 m square functional-style house built during the early 1940s, by the famous Swedish architect Ralph Erskine and his wife. We peered into the windows of this house which has become a charming historical relic in our area. The double bed hung from the ceiling and could be lowered to the floor by a well-designed pulley. One of our friends remembers that the Erskines “hung their infant daughter in a small hammock outside” on the terrace when they had guests who came to visit them during the summers. Today most people cannot imagine choosing such a life – even if only for the summers. Yet we glorify structures created by people who have made a determined effort to enjoy ’space’ in other ways by showing off their homes as examples of fine architecture. I am quite certain that the new instant giants along the coasts of Sweden’s inner islands will never be revered in this way.
Obviously, we are confused about what it is that truly gives us a feeling of space and freedom in our society. There is a gap between what we want and the choices we make. The next time you are out walking, skating or skiing on the ice observe and think about it, and please do get back to me. I’m still trying to work out the most lagom (meaning just about right in Swedish) solution for meeting my need for space.
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For links to places and designers working with hermit hut and tree house projects in Sweden visit http://www.nordicwellbeing.com/web/design/more_design/Hermitic_Design.php.
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Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
Sweden from the ice
If you are trying to find a new perspective on things this January there are few better ways to do this than by looking at your usual surroundings from a different vantage point.
As the mercury crept up from minus twenty to a balmy minus five this Sunday I began pacing around the house so as to become irritating enough for other family members to pay attention. ”It’s time for us to go out,” I pleaded with my husband and children who were wrapped up in their cushy winter cocoons with their respective hot coffee and hot cocoas. No one showed the slightest enthusiasm, save Lucy the dog who sat at the front door with ears cocked watching my every move with her chestnut eyes.
Eventually everyone slipped on their snow gear in the hope that I would be less irritating when we returned. As we crossed the first bridge that connects Drottningholm Palace to the city of Stockholm, in the distance we noticed a wide path on the frozen waterway that had been created by the indentations of many boot soles in the snow. People were walking back and forth to and from Stockholm on the ice. A woman pushed a pram through the snow with difficulty. This brought back fond memories of pushing a twin pram.
A sign for hot waffles with cream and strawberry jam lured my family off the main road. The cafe was crowded and I suggested we build up an appetite for dinner instead. My husband tested the ice on the frozen waterway near the cafe. Even if you know the ice, it is always tricky being the first. In the distance we noticed someone driving a truck over the ice. This convinced us that it was safe enough to walk around Lovö, the island that we live on.
Walking around the islands of Stockholm like this is a walk into history. The water or the ice was the most logical way to travel in the past. Seeing my island from the ice was like seeing a lost perspective. I remembered the grand steps at Drottningholm Palace that led down to the water. They didn’t make any sense today except as decor. Yet they made perfect sense in days gone by when the most comfortable way to arrive at the Palace was from the water.
As we approached our neighborhood from the frozen waterway I barely recognized the houses. For most of the days of the year, I saw them from the other side. Now they looked different. Life looked different. It was incredibly invigorating. Better than a day at the spa (which I never get around to), I thought.
If this weather holds it looks like we are in for one of the best skating seasons I can remember. Check out the links below for a little information to help you with seeing Sweden from the ice.
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www.utsidan.se: general information about equipment and read interesting personal accounts of getting out on the ice.
friluftsfrämjandet.se: general information about equipment, safety and interesting destinations to visit with organized groups that anyone can join.
www.skridsko.net : everything you ever wanted to know about ice skating in Sweden.
http://www.smhi.se/Produkter-och-tjanster/professionella-tjanster/sjofart/istjanst-1.1706- Check the daily ice map from the Swedish Meteorological Institute’s Ice Service (Istjänst).
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Saturday, August 15th, 2009
You'll never know if you don't jump
The children are still jumping off the dock into the gradually cooling water during these last golden days of Swedish summer. The autumn rudbeckia (view for the next few days in the Relaxation Room of nordicwellbeing.com) has reached its full height and is once again standing up tall and proud, having been battered by the hard rain of the first pre-autumnal storms. Soon it will be time to give up that morning dip, to set the alarm clock and to move the table cloth from the dining table outside to the one inside. No matter how many times I’ve had to do it, leaving behind the Swedish summer doesn’t get any easier.
My husband pours himself a glass of red wine and goes to sit on the terrace as the clouds gather and the rain threatens to beat down. “Come and sit with me”, he says. I bring my blanket and cup of tea and we sit watching the cloud formations moving at an amazing speed so that the rain passes quickly. Eventually the horizon is free of even the slightest blemish and the sky above the water line is lilac and cerise. My husband concludes that tomorrow will be a good day for that boat trip we have been thinking of doing around Lovö. My reaction is that the summer is just about over, so isn’t it a bit late? Time to phase out the fun, zero in on that desk and hunker down for the cold season.
On the following day, I brew some strong Swedish coffee and pack sandwiches for our tour around Lovö. Yes, its most famous landmark is Drottningholm Palace, a place which these days seems rife with love. Yet we are out to find out what else there is (is there anything else?). We pass one of the first Swedish summer houses which was the childhood home of Swedish author and artist Gunnar Brusewitz. It is a vision of quiet beauty with its round terrace and classical statues. Then we pass through a place that we are not really supposed to because it is a water skiing school littered with water skiing jumping ramps. Eager not to have a water skiier land on us, we move along quickly.
During breaks we learn that Lovö is the home of one of the Lake Mälar area’s very few small-scale dairy farmers, a woman who is the face of dairy giant Arla. We also find that Lovö Church is the burial place of Carin Göring, the Swedish woman who had the misfortune of marrying one of Hitler’s henchmen. We pass the little waterfront paradise of actress Helena Bergström and director husband Colin Nutley, a Brit with an uncommon understanding of the soul of this country.
When you stop, look and talk to people, there is so much more than meets the eye. Yet you can only learn about these things if you are prepared to venture out after the first pre-autumn storms and to believe that there is life after a Swedish summer. Every day, every week and every month is its own season, but you’ll only know it if you are prepared to look beyond the artificial construction of our meager four.
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For more about Lovö visit http://www.lovohembygd.com/. You can walk it on foot by following the demarcated hiking path which passes through the forested area behind Drottningholm Palace.
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Tuesday, June 30th, 2009
Why do you love this?
I’ve returned from the blazing heat of Oslo to my breezy Swedish summer island and, with this, to my rose garden. Everywhere I look there is a new petal unfolding with its very own color and aroma. I know that I am not alone in my lusty passion for roses. My mother calls me from Germany and proclaims with exaltation that she has just been out in the rose gardens of Baden-Baden. “Wonderful, wunderbar…” In fact, I don’t think it would be wrong to say that most people find roses irresistible. Isn’t this mysterious? They aren’t chocolate (i.e. not quick energy) and we don’t need them for our survival.
Determined to get to the bottom of our common human fascination with roses, I spend the first few minutes of each summer morning with my nose in a rose. Outside my laundry room I take in the mesmerizing aroma of a pink rose with a French name that I can never quite remember. The precious buds of this rose are the stuff that our perfume bottles are filled with. Is our attraction to roses simply about creating an attraction to each other? Does our fascination with roses just boil down to hormones?
Around the corner, I immerse my senses in the light, soapy aroma of Graham Thomas. Graham is a yellow rose with a voluptuous bloom. It’s brightness reminds me of the sun which we see comparatively little of here in the cold, dark North. Is our fascination for roses a dimension of that feeling that we are witnessing a miracle? Can there really be life of so rich a quality after the barren winter?
For me, roses are a reminder that almost anything is possible if you set your mind to it. A decade ago, I arrived on this sandy, rocky island with a grand vision of a rose garden and no clue as to how to create one. With each plant nursery that I visited, I received the depressing advice of the experts to be realistic and go for the ugly hardy types or no roses at all. Sometimes it can be helpful to be stubborn. Drawing on the invaluable advice of an experienced Danish rose expert, I dropped some slightly rotten herring (strömming or Baltic herring) into the bottom of the deep hole that I dug for each new rose in my garden. Years later I am thankful for being stubborn and for the advice about the diverse uses of rotten herring.
The next time that you see a rose give a thought as to why it fascinates you. Taking a step back from your immediate perceptions, and considering them even for a moment, can expand your ’space’ immeasurably.
And this?
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Want to learn more about roses? Visit Rose Week (13-19 July) and the Rose Festival (18 July) at
Wij Gardens in none other than the new Swedish Mecca,
Ockelbo!
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Monday, June 8th, 2009
During the past years we’ve become increasingly aware of the way that music, theater and art can set free our dopamin and oxytocin so that we de-stress and recover faster. “Our what?”, you might ask. Yes, well, in the same way that viagra has taken its comfortable place in our vocabulary, these marvelous calming biological substances that we can produce all ourselves, given the right conditions, are moving in to stay. In Sweden and elsewhere in the world significant research is underway to decipher what actually happens to us when we, for instance, listen to Sibelius or view a Carl Larsson painting. Since 2005, the Swedish government has promoted various initiatives, including research, concerning the linkage between culture and health.
As you know, I am a devotee of Nordic Wellbeing which in itself is a cultural approach to health. This weekend, however, I was reminded of the dopamin/oxytocin deluge that happens when two cultures meet in peace and in a mutual celebration of their music, dance and local dress. Sitting on the grass at Ekebyhov Palace in between my son’s final trombone concert and my daughter’s final violin performance for the year (we have a lot of good hormones in our home but perhaps less quiet), I was delighted to find that Stockholm’s Culture School had been invited to do some special ‘foreign’ performances.
When first I came to this municipality near Stockholm 13 years ago, there were two shelves reserved at the local ICA for ‘odd’ ingredients such as curry. When my children started at their little ‘Bullerby‘ day care out on Munsö, I noted that there was one human being in the vicinity with a slightly darker shade of skin. When my Columbian cleaning lady’s car was set on fire by a bunch of bored skinheads, I was reminded of the extent to which the segregation of cultures is a bad thing for everyone.
Up on the stage at Ekebyhov on Sunday we listened to young and old playing music from Eastern Europe and the Middle East, and watched two Indian girls dancing to a Bollywood theme song. At the very end of these breath-taking performances, a stout West African in local dress beckoned all of us sedentary Caucasians to rise and lift our arms into the air. “Come on Sweden!”, he shouted with that irresistable African rhythm in his voice, “let’s do this together!” There was nothing that could touch this crowd as he moved us along with his great sense of beat. The dopamin and oxytocin flowed forth.
To speak in plain English about what actually happens when cultural traditions meet in this way, we come back to the theme of this blog. Everyone gains mental space from the feeling that there is a new freedom to move in previously untried cultural spaces. And time – doesn’t it just evaporate among friends?
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Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
Extract of spinach?
Just as we’ve heard that a tablet made out of extracts from the humble spinach leaf is going to keep our obesity crisis in check, along comes Swedish Motion Day (6 June) to remind us that keeping a healthy weight is about more than what goes down the old hatch. During all of the years that I have been researching and writing about food and health, I have always felt that the discussion about healthy diet becomes very pigeon-holed. Basically, there is no diet that can be healthy without motion. Increasingly research is showing that being physically active on a regular basis is more important than anything else you can possibly do to live the longest possible healthy life.
Now I am going to date myself (I mean carbon dating) by recalling Popeye the Sailor Man, a wonderful cartoon character who drew super-human strength from spinach cans. I adored watching the feats that Popeye could achieve just by chugging down a can of spinach at vital moments. With my adult wellness expert perspective I now also remember that Popeye was constantly running around. He was the leanest and strongest cartoon character I knew.
Or a little bit of motion?
So, eat your spinach (or your spinach tablets?) but don’t forget that it isn’t going to do you much good if you don’t move. 6 June in Sweden presents a special opportunity for you to make a new commitment to being physically active and, if you are already, to try something new. In various locations you can participate in a celebration of Swedish Motion Day. I will be out shifting weeds and metal scrap on my summer island and will make sure that I have a bag of spinach around.
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Read about Swedish Motion Day and participate! Learn about Swedish National Park destinations to get physical in recommended by an experienced nature guide. Check Lund University’s web site for more information on the tummy-trimming effects of spinach!
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Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
Sometimes you have to wonder whether the ‘wellbeing’ idea is just one of those luxuries of a wealthy society (although some of us might not be feeling that wealthy at the moment, it’s all relative). Does it really mean anything beyond green tea flavored Diet Coke or anti-oxidant rich chocolate bars? Is it just one of those passing phases that we’ll all forget about when we have to grow our own potatoes and truly eat seasonally once again? Is this all much ado about nothing, to borrow the title of a Shakespearean play which, like wellbeing, was immeasurably popular in its time?
Since changing one’s environment often brings answers, I take a break from writing my new book and visit the kirskål (bishop’s goutweed) in my garden. It doesn’t take long before I notice an odd smell emanating from somewhere in Mrs. Bengtsson’s garden just across the hedges (which my husband recently turned into dwarf bushes with his garden clippers). Everywhere there are buckets of nettle rotting in water. Mrs. Bengtsson toddles out in her flared blue jeans which must be another stunning vintage piece from the ’70’s.
Her nymph-like smile beckons across the hedges. “I hope you don’t mind the nettle water – the nettles have to soak in buckets for two weeks before you can use the water, you know. I highly recommend it for your roses.” “The people who lived in your house before you didn’t like my nettle water and I could only bring it out when everyone went to listen to Lasse Berghagen singing in the park across the road on Saturday nights.” I knew about nettle water and was already an enthusiast but I wondered whether Lasse Berghagen knew about the important connection between himself and rotting nettles.
Mrs. Bengtsson turns slowly towards her garden, still graceful despite the slight shake in her hands and head. She hesitates, turns back and says, “I hope you don’t feel that I am intruding when I come with advice. I feel so well in the garden – ever since I was a child really – and I suppose I want to share that feeling.” I ease her worry. Even if I am a child of the ’60’s and she a child of the ’20’s, that which makes us feel at one, in balance and creative unifies us and is perennial as the grass. Green tea flavored Coke might be a passing thing but wellbeing goes on.
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