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My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 164: Carpe Romanus Potatobus

08 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by duckykoren in Dining, Food, Travel

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To be honest, when my husband and I read about FaceBook founder Mark Zuckerberg taking his newlywed bride to McDonald’s during their honeymoon in Rome, we were not impressed.

Why, oh why would anyone with a net worth of 35.1 billion opt for a McDonald’s coffee when there were a handful of cafes within arm’s length that were serving genuine espresso? Even myself, with a significantly lower net worth, am gladly willing to spend the five euros it takes to indulge in Italy’s finest ambrosia instead of coffee that I can easily get at home. Further, who would choose a cheeseburger over authentic Italian cuisine?

We had come across a McDonald’s during a trip to Rome in 2008. It was immediately opposite to the world’s oldest church, the Pantheon in the Piazza Della Rotunda. We had no desire whatsoever to venture in for a snack when we had sidewalk cafes at every turn.

After reading the article, I concluded that it would be highly unlikely that I would ever find myself at a MacDonald’s in Italy.

Well, as fate would have it, during our next trip to Rome, not only did I eat at MacDonald’s, I was also very grateful that I had the opportunity to do so.

It was a cold and rainy day that made us walk through a McDonald’s door next to the Spanish Steps during our visit to Rome in December 2012. Who would have thought that they would build a McDonald’s in one of the most prestigious shopping districts in the world?

Earlier that day, our taxi dropped us off at Piazza del Popolo at about 10:00 a.m. It never stopped raining. After about an hour we were drenched. That’s when my husband spotted the Golden Arches and suggested we warm up and get dry while having something to drink before continuing on our schedule.

Since it was only just past 11:30 a.m., we didn’t have an appetite for lunch. All we wanted was a warm, dry place to sit, collect our thoughts and regroup. Why spend sixty euros on a meal when you only need a drink and a quick bite?

Once we entered the establishment, we were pleasantly surprised at the restaurant’s chic textured interior of white, grey and ecru. It was huge. Had it not been for the lit up display menus, I would have never thought I was inside a McDonald’s. My daughter and I sat down at what looked like a marble table, and tried to take in the trendy atmosphere.

After a few moments my husband sat down with cokes and some fries.

The fries were incredible. They were hot, perfectly fried, and with no oily aftertaste. Even the salt was perfectly meted out.

The fries disappeared one by one as we poured over our collection of city maps trying to figure out how to continue on without getting drenched in the rain.

By the time we were ready to leave, we were warm, a little drier, energized and in better spirits.

The object lesson for me here was the importance of being open to situations as they present themselves.

Thanks to a very rainy day, I learned that all McDonald’s are not the same. Further, even though I had no desire to visit an American fast food chain in the heart of Rome, I learned that I can enjoy myself just about anywhere I find myself, as long as I make up my mind to do so.

My lesson learned in a golden nutshell:

Carpe Romanus Potatobus

Seize the fries.

My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 153: Cooking With The Greedies

24 Tuesday Mar 2015

Posted by duckykoren in Cooking, Entertainment, Food, foodie, Health, Television

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Cheese, chefs, Cooking, Food, Foodie, Italy, restaurant, Rome, Two Greedy Italians, vegetables

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Each week back in the early sixties, my Father would watch a television show called ‘SING ALONG WITH MITCH.’

It was a chorale of singers who along with their music conductor, Mitch, sang popular ballads and folk songs. Viewers would be encouraged to sing along. The words to the songs scrolled along the bottom of the television screen along with the obligatory bouncing ball.

I was very young at the time, and never got a chance to sing along with Mitch.

However, I have had the opportunity to…

Cook Along With “The Greedies.”

After four years, I think that it’s safe to say that the television series, TWO GREEDY ITALIANS remains my family’s favourite cooking show.

Since it’s debut on BBC television on May 2011, there have been many cookbooks, and even a second season called TWO GREEDY ITALIANS: STILL HUNGRY.

In the series premier episode, we were introduced to well known chefs Gennaro Contaldo and Antonio Carluccio, who were both born in Italy. They both left Italy when they were young adults to travel abroad and persue their careers.

The first show opens with the two chefs telling us of their quest to travel through Italy to see if…

“Mamas are still teaching their babies how to cook.”

To show how simple these dishes were to prepare, the chefs often sat outside from where they were lodging, lit a fire and prepared their meal.

It was through their inspiration that one weekend I resolved to try and cook a real Italian dinner. The dishes I chose were ricotta dumplings, (gnocchi), and warm chocolate and amaretto pudding.

I had heard of gnocchi all my life but had never tried it. As for the warm chocolate and amaretto pudding, who wouldn’t be able to resist that?

Both dishes were an easy success which led me to try two more of their dishes the following weekend. The dishes I chose to make next were the slow cooked family stew and polenta. The stew called for juniper berries which I was unable to find. Instead, I was told that a bay leaf would suffice.

Never before had I experienced such a rich tasting stew. As for the polenta, it reminded me of the cream of wheat I had as a child. The interesting twist to this dish was the ingredient, Fontana cheese. This was delicious as well.

The following weekend, it was my husbands’ turn to cook.

For his dish, he did not look to the Greedies, but rather a dish he had heard of and wanted to try, spaghetti carbonara.

Never before, had I seen him as meticulous as he was with the ingredients. His hard work and determination paid off, because again, the meal was a success.

These are not meals that one can enjoy everyday, as they are rich and somewhat expensive to prepare.

Our first trip to Italy changed how our family shopped for groceries, how we prepared our food and how we ate.

During our time in Italy, I paid close attention to the salad ingredients.

Once I returned home, I was pleasantly surprised how many of the ingredients were available. In fact, I remember always seeing these vegetables in the produce aisles in the supermarket, I just didn’t know what they were.

Here is a rundown of ingredients you might want to include in your next salad.

I would encourage you to switch your bottled dressing to a tablespoon of olive oil, and a few sprinkles of balsamic vinaigrette.

Remember, olive oil is good for you. I read one report that said anyone can substantially reduce their chances for macular degeneration, a degenerative disorder of the eye, by including one tablespoon of olive oil, a handful of nuts plus lots of green leafy vegetables in their diet each day, along with two servings of fish each week.

I was curious about how I would know a good bottle of balsamic vinaigrette when I saw one. Then, one day, I was in a Costco, of all places where a nice lady was giving out samples of this tasty fare. She had three different types, from the least to most expensive. After trying a spoon of all three, I finally figured it out.

What a difference. The preferred and of course most expensive balsamic vinaigrette is syrupy and sweet. It was a good lesson for me. I hope you have this same opportunity. It cost me forty dollars for a bottle, but lasted six months.

Italian Salad Vegetables:

Radicchio – this looks like a small head of red cabbage
Arugula – bitter, reminds me of shamrocks
Fresh lettuce
Parsley
Finely shaved fresh garlic –
Artichokes (feel free to use canned ones)
Fresh basil
Tomatoes – cherry tomatoes work bes
Chopped fresh zucchini

Next time you find yourself at the grocery store, treat yourself to some fresh mozzarella. This comes in many shapes and sizes. My favourite is Bocconchini. I like to toss it into the salad.

For the final touch, sprinkle on some freshly grated Parmesan cheese, and fresh ground pepper.

Feel free to experiment with other ingredients till you find what suits you best.

I like the combination above, because it is so fragrant and flavourful, I could close my eyes and easily imagine that I’m in a Roman ristorante.

Mangia Buono!

My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 144: Driving Through The Winters Of Our Discontent

15 Sunday Mar 2015

Posted by duckykoren in Cars, driving, Weather

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Adventure, buick, Cars, driving, greenwood, Italy, Kentville, maritime, Nova Scotia, Rome, snow, Storm, Tests

Today, the thoughts of Canadians are with the people in the Maritime provinces as they face yet another powerful winter storm. As if this winter has not been brutal enough, weather forecasters are predicting another 30 – 45 centimetres of snowfall.

I remember the cold winters in Nova Scotia very well as I participated in three of them, from 1977 to 1979.

It was my last winter in 1979, that was the most memorable for me.

That was the winter when I got my driver’s license.

At the time my husband was a member of the Canadian Armed Forces and we lived in a tiny little house next to Base Greenwood. The closest city was Kentville which was thirty miles away.

It was on a very frosty and snowy February morning when my husband drove me in our 1973 Buick Electra to Kentville for my scheduled road test.

A powerful storm had hit the night before and only the main road through the city had been plowed.

No doubt, this was frustrating for the nice man giving me the road test.

In the end, it was all over in less than five minutes.

That was long enough for the instructor to tell me to drive a block down the road, turn around and come back. Then he quizzed me on the parking brake. His final comment to me before he handed me my driver’s licence was that I went over the train tracks a bit to fast.

That was it.

Three months later Frank decided to leave the forces and that we would be moving back home. Home, to Ontario where the traffic in incredibly more intense than the sleepy little village of Greenwood Nova Scotia.

It would be several more years before I could call myself a confident driver, but not until after I had driven through Toronto a couple of times. That was when I felt that I had truly earned my motoring wings.

There is however one more challenge that I hope to face one day, and that is to be able to drive through the streets of Rome Italy.

Roman drivers are quick to tell you that anyone who can drive through Rome seven times is given an honorary Roman citizenship.

Bring it on.

My.Daily.Diversion ~ Post 78: Lunch With The Pope

07 Wednesday Jan 2015

Posted by duckykoren in Churches, Dining, Italy, popes, Religion, Travel, vatican rome

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One night at work I was having a lovely conversation with a coworker.

We were talking about one of my favourite subjects…

…Italy!

She told me that she had visited Rome many times as part of an entourage with her church’s youth group.

“Did you ever get to see the Pope?” I asked her.

She told me that she had seen two Popes.

The first was Pope John Paul I, she told me, and the second was Pope John-Paul II.

“Our youth group was even invited to a luncheon with Pope John PaulII” she said.

Imagine my pleasant surprise at her revelation.

“You had lunch with Pope?” I asked.

Grinning ear to ear, she nodded her head yes.

“You had lunch with Pope John Paul?” I asked her again wanting to be clear about this.

“Yes,” she proudly confirmed.

“Tell me,” I asked her as I was quite intrigued…

“What was it like to have lunch with the Pope?”

She thought for a moment before answering:

“Well, to be honest,” she began…

“I really didn’t care for the strawberry vinaigrette that they served with the salad.”

My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 66: Peace On Earth

20 Saturday Dec 2014

Posted by duckykoren in non-fiction, Peace, Stories, Travel

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As I get older, I’ve begun to notice that I observe holidays and occasions with a different focus lens than the ones I used in my earlier years.

Further, it is with sadness that I take a few moments to remember my loved ones who are no longer here.

My grandfather always had a wonderful way with words.

I remember asking him if he had one wish, what would it be?

“Peace on Earth,” was his reply.

He would say these words often and with meaning.

If there was an uncomfortable pause in conversation during a stressful family moment, he would break the silence with the words…

“Peace on earth.”

After listening to disturbing news coverage, again, we would all hear him say…

“Peace on earth…”

as his own resounding amen to the state of the world, the country, mankind.

And then came the sad day, when we laid my grandfather to rest in late January 2000.

Driving back from the memorial service my heart was searching for a healing balm to take away the pain of losing him.

I did not have to search long.

Maybe it was only a coincidence.

Maybe it was because of a forgetful maintenance man.

Some might even say that it was serendipity.

Because driving by a lit up hospital during late night January, I saw his very own words emblazoned in white frothy Christmas lights all over the hospital’s front entrance…

‘Peace On Earth.’

Look up the word ‘serendipity on Wikipedia and you’ll find the following definition:

“Serendipity is when someone finds something that they weren’t expecting to find. In the simplest of words, it means a “happy accident”.

I believe in serendipity. Every now and then something seems to happen to me in the form of “a happy accident.”

Only, I know it isn’t an accident. Rather, it’s a push or a nudge from forces far greater than myself signalling that miracles do happen to those who are open to the experience.

Take for example my next story:

I remember when I was about six years old, my paternal grandparents from Cleveland were visiting us in Toronto.

One day, we took a day trip to Niagara Falls.

As I sat in the back seat of the car next to my grandmother, she taught me the song: ‘Dona Nobis Pacem,’ which in English means

‘Peace on Earth’.

After singing a few choruses with her, and after I had learned it well enough to sing by myself, my grandmother and I then sang it as a round, again and again.

It is such a beautiful song, which I love deeply, even to this day.

And so, it was during a very happy time in my life when I found myself in Rome. We had just left the Pantheon and were making our way back to the hotel.

I looked up to a balcony and saw a flag hanging from a window that brought a happy mist to my eyes.

The flag bore only one word.

‘Pacem,’

This word, of course, is Latin for Peace, or…

better known to me as:

Dona Nobis Pacem

Give us peace.

My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 38: Tony’s Pizza Cutter

26 Wednesday Nov 2014

Posted by duckykoren in Poems, Poetry, Writing

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dough, Italy, Pizza, pizza cutter, Pizzaria, Poems, Poetry, trattoria, Verse

Tony Martino owned a pizzeria
It was called Papa’s Trattoria
The food was fine
The atmosphere was good
And the hot spot in our neighbourhood…

Got a job there as soon as I was able
Washing dishes and bussing dirty tables
Then when I was in college
Tony said:
“Joe, how would you like to make the pizza dough…”

First, I had to get pretty good
Working with an oven filled with wood
When I aced that, Tony finally said to me:
“It’s time to learn my secret recipe…”

And so from scratch I learned to mix the flour
With the yeast, then let it rise for an hour
The test was if a knife went through like butter
With the aid of Tony’s precious pizza cutter…

But Tony had his funny ways
Like when he always use to say:
“You better watch out if you ever toucha
My Nonno’s old and precious pizza cutter…”

The girls came from all over town
To watch me spin the dough and throw it down
But I didn’t have much time to date you see
While I studied for my business degree…

And it didn’t take me long
To learn the words of some Italian songs
They loved to watch me toss the dough up high
As I sung Volare making their pizza pie…

When I graduated, the very next day
Poor old Tony went and passed away
Soon after that I got a package from Tony
Given to me by his grieving family…

Perhaps you know what was inside
When I saw the pizza cutter how I cried
I promised Tony in heaven I’d make him proud
By serving the best pizza the world round…

Years later I now can proudly say
My pizza business grows with every day
I’ve a chain of pizzerias doing swell
And Tony’s pizza cutter has served me well…

Now, I’ve got nice house and growing family
And I’m grateful for all that Tony did for me
All in all, my life really isn’t badda
As people in this world get a little fatter…

Adventures in Italy… Post 74: The Final Night

28 Tuesday Oct 2014

Posted by duckykoren in Family, Holidays, Italy, Travel, Vacations

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Anxiety, Family, Holidays, Home, Italy, Luggage, Nerves, Packing, Rome, Sleep, Travel, Vacation

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Saturday, December 8th 2012

Sleep did not come too soon on our last night in Rome. I remember waking three times. The first was to make a quick trip to bathroom, where I found Jen passed out on the bathroom floor.

Don’t ask…

Second time was when Frank got up to see what time it was… It was one thirty, he said before clicking the lights back off, and leaving the room in the quiet Roman darkness.
It was obvious that we were all on edge over what was about to transpire over the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours.

When I finally awoke, Frank was already up and out of bed. It was 6:15 a.m.

Yes…

It was time to get this party started.

I let Jen sleep a little longer because, if I’ve learned anything from this trip, it’s that Jen can be ready and out the door in fifteen minutes, unlike her mother.

I was grateful that we had packed the day before. However there were a few too many puzzle pieces left over, and they needed to be dealt with immediately.

There were many items that we had mutually would remain behind. The blow dryer, butane curling iron, three umbrellas, coffee pot, unopened bag of potato chips, the rest of the hair products. And the last of my obsession cologne. It told me that it wanted to move on, and was hoping to land in the purse a deserving señorita.

Jen did at the last minute, pull out an unopened bag of Italian cookies out of nowhere, and stuffed them into her purse before anyone could say anything. Well, at least they were unopened when we left the hotel. They have since been snacked on while waiting to board the plane in Rome.

Further addendum:

While reading this over my shoulder in the plane towards London, Jen guiltily whispered in my ear that she did in fact include the blow dryer after all in her luggage stating that she needed one for home.

I immediately had visions of a great explosion and a doomed aircraft, because my daughter was lacking a blow dryer at home.

Well… Live and learn.

“Sigh.”

I wasn’t one bit surprised.

We were in a lot of trouble.

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Adventures In Italy… Post 73: Buyer Beware

27 Monday Oct 2014

Posted by duckykoren in Italy, Rome, shopping, Travel

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Italy, Rome, Sunglasses, Tourism, Travel

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Before my first trip to Italy in September 2008, I purchased a pair of killer sunglasses from a local shop. They were big, brown and blingy, meaning, that they were encrusted with rhinestones. They were the perfect companion for any diva on her premier trip to the eternal city of Rome. I even bought an attachment cord so that I could hang them around my neck when they were not in use, ensuring that I would not misplace them and thereby lose them.

On the fourth day of my trip I looked down and saw just the cord and no sunglasses.

I figured I had lost them somewhere between the Pantheon and Piazza Navonna.

I thought I was doomed.

September is still a very hot month in Italy, and the sun is as bright as in the hottest days in July.

I knew my eyes could not take the glare, but I was adamant not to spend a small fortune to procure another pair.

All the shops I passed wanted at least twenty Euros for a pair of Sunglasses. At the time that was about $35.00 U.S.

While visiting the forum, I happened to come across a vendor who had a blanket a strewn out over the ground next to the Mamertine Prison.

There were about fifteen pairs of sunglasses on display.

As I perused over the lot trying to deduce which pair would be the most cost effective, the vendor pointed a pair out to me.

The price tag said forty euros.

“Troppo caro,” I told him explaining they were too expensive.

He then held,out a pair that I had noticed earlier.

I handed them back.

He asked me how much I was willing to pay for them.

“Five euros,” I told him.

He wasn’t happy.

I didn’t care.

Sensing my resolve he then turned around picked up a brown paper bag and slipped the sunglasses inside and then handed me the bag.

Incredibly surprised and not believing my luck, I quickly handed him five euros.

He was so unimpressed with my bartering skills that he didn’t even look at me as I handed him the money.

Needless to say he never thanked me.

Again, I didn’t care.

Please understand, I am not one to barter. I understand the need for people to make a living. I am usually very compliant when it comes to prices.

However, being inequitably gouged is another matter entirely.

There was a logo on both the top and left hand corners of the sunglasses. I knew that I had seen it before, and should know the brand it stood for, but the answer eluded me.

It was only after I arrived home, that I realized that it was the Chanel logo on the glasses.

Understand, I knew that the glasses I purchased were not a genuine Chanel product. Knock offs are big business. However, I did not purchase it because it had the Chanel logo.

I purchased the sunglasses only because I was desperate for a pair of sunglasses without feeling I had wasted my money.

It was about a month after our trip to Italy that I read of Italian law enforcement officials cracking down on bootlegged merchandise.

Anyone caught with bootlegged merchandise was subject to a five thousand euro penalty.

Whoa!

I could only think of how fortunate I was that I no one noticed my sunglasses and questioned me about them.

At that time, one euro was worth 1.65 Canadian.

Our entire trip to Italy had cost that amount.

Each time I think back on this, I tend to feel a little sick inside.

Needless to say, on our 2012 trip, there were zero designer labels when we packed up to go home.

In fact, if it even remotely looked as a designer knock off it wasn’t coming home with us.

Six years later, I still have the same sunglasses and revel in the memories that they
evoke.

It was without a doubt, the best five euros that I have ever spent.

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Adventures In Rome… Post 72: Sexy Scaffolding?

25 Saturday Oct 2014

Posted by duckykoren in Advertising, Construction, Europe, Italy, Rome, Travel

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When most of us think of scaffolding we think of the unsightly structures that are used to support people and materials in constructions areas.

In my lifetime I have seen more than enough ugly scaffolding and would be quite happy never to see it again.

However, reality dictates otherwise.

There is perpetual need for scaffolding as buildings, bridges, and monuments age and need repair.

There is no place that you will see more scaffolding than in an ancient city where frantic construction is taking place to save crumbling buildings and structures that are thousands of years old.

Imagine my pleasant surprise when I learned that scaffolding didn’t have to be ugly anymore.

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In fact, in Rome it is all to easy to walk by a building and not even notice that it is under construction.

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Imaginative engineers have even come up with what can be considered as nothing less than ‘sexy’ scaffolding.

Believe it or not but this high tech scaffolding has even become a medium for business advertising.

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My Father always told me that those who can ‘build a better mousetrap’ are those who will become rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

Well, by the looks of these incredible new forms of scaffolding, someone has become very rich indeed…

…and rightfully so.

 

 

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Adventures In Italy… Post 71: Banff Alberta versus Tivoli Italy (Calendar Wars)

22 Wednesday Oct 2014

Posted by duckykoren in Italy, Travel

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After we left the cafe, we met up with Sally and Kelly who were our travel-mates on the bus today. Coincidentally, we first met them on our tour bus trip to Florence. We had told them on that day that we had also booked this day trip to Tivoli.

Seeing as they had a day to spare, they came and joined us.

While Jen and I were scourging through the local shops and Frank was having a nice sit down at the cafe, they ventured off the tourist beaten path…

They told us that they had decided to be more adventurous and try to get away from the touristy area.

It paid off for them in several positive ways.

Allow me to explain…

Most of us know from experience that the further you veer from the city centre, the cheaper the prices get.
This goes for automobile gasoline, meals, souvenirs and yes, even coffee.

Where Frank, Jen and I paid three euros for each of our espresso coffees, Sally and Kelly only paid one euro for each of theirs.

Now, the second perk for them was what they had found and purchased in a store that they had encountered along the way.

This item was contained inside a plastic bag that Sally was proudly holding in one of her hands.

“We finally got us a calendar of something other than mountains,” Kelly announced to us in almost breathless gasps…

I had to stop and think for a few seconds as to why this would be of such significance to them.

As it turns out, they had told us that they lived in Banff Alberta.

Banff, Alberta known for some of the worlds loveliest vistas of mountains.

Let me repeat that to you again:

Sally and Kelly lived in BANFF Alberta.

That means that they live within sight of one of the world’s best skylines.

They see it every day.

Chances are slim that I will ever see this regal mountain setting in my lifetime. Further, it’s quite understandable that they consider it’s beauty ‘old hat’ …if you’ll pardon the cliche.

And so, with the greatest glee, she showed us her new wall calendar of Tivoli.

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No longer will they have to look at her boring Banff Wall Calander…

… Because she had grown tired of the beauteous Banff Mountains.

In retrospect, I’m very sure that there is an important lesson to be learned here from Sally, Kelly and their new wall calander.

I just can’t figure out what it is.

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