(NB: I wrote this post in the Frankfurt airport but was kicked off of free internet before being able to post. I want to post it now, unedited, because in the future I will want to remember how excited I was to see Hattie at the end of the journey, even though right now those memories are painful. I did check in both with the flight manager at the gate and the flight attendant on board, who had checked and assured me Hattie was on the plane. In the words of the gate agent, "she [was] making terror for everyone." This made me laugh because I know both how harmless Hattie was but how emphatic she could be when she wanted something. She would have been an excellent guard dog. She was a marvelous companion. See the next post for more.)
Heidelberg, as everyone told me, is a beautiful place. I only have 40 minutes until I board my plane to Saudi (!), so I will only write a short post, but I wanted to do so before forgetting everything once I arrive in the Kingdom. Pictures to follow once I settle in and find my camera cord...
(And now an interruption to my thoughts to be really excited because the airline PA system is broadcasting in Arabic as well as German and English!!! I know it will get old soon, but right now it's all new and exciting.)
I had an aisle seat on a somewhat full flight with an empty seat next to me. Perfect! Not as perfect as being upgraded to the (completely) empty business class, but that didn't happen. I was able to sleep a bit but was mostly restlessly trying to get comfortable.
My flight arrived early, and my bags arrived with me. The story behind this is that I was hoping to be able to check my bags to Jeddah or to have the airline lose my bags so I didn't have to lug them to and from Heidelberg. I had all I needed for the first few days in carry-on. Neither scenario materialized. So all my luggage and I shuttled to the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Heidelberg, which I highly recommend. Centrally located with very comfortable rooms and a great Club lounge. Not a lot of old world charm, but plenty of anonymity and all the amenities, which is what I wanted. Their 'light snacks' in the Club lounge was basically all but one of my meals, and I made good use of the included minibar and drinks available in the lounge. Gotta love making the most of per diem! I napped for a couple of hours and then set off.
The Hauptstraße was close to my hotel, so I walked its length to the funicular railway at Kornmarkt. Along the way I popped into a few shops, including the amazingly fun and labyrinthine Kathe Wöhlfart German Christmas Museum. I of course picked up a few trinkets for this year's verboten Christmas tree.
After a short ride, I reached Schloss Heidelberg (the castle). I spent a couple of hours poking around the grounds and the various attractions there, including the world's largest wine keg and the German Apothecary Museum. I walked back to the hotel along the River Neckar; I'd hoped to take a boat ride, but I was too late in the day.
A pleasant dinner at the hotel restaurant later, I repacked and went to bed. This morning I had to fight my way onto the airport shuttle (they had me reserved for a later time) and then had to listen to the driver berate me most of the ride for their mistake, but all that really matters is that I arrived at the airport in plenty of time. At the ticket counter, the agent didn't blink an eye when I checked three bags (I had redistributed two heavy suitcases into three after almost having to pay $350 in Boston for the extra kilograms). Instead she looked at me and asked, "You're allowed three bags, right?" I said yes quickly and emphatically, and that was it. Amazing. So. Three flights with about 65kg of baggage cost me a whopping total of $50. Not too shabby. Of course now I've allocated my rolling carry-on to checked baggage, so I'm left lugging three non-rolling bags. Small price to pay.
In exciting news, Hattie is in Frankfurt as well! She made it out of DC last night without incident (to the best of my knowledge; last I heard she was en route to the airport, and after that no news is good news). I wasn't able to see her here as she's traveling cargo, but I am going to go check with the flight manager shortly to make sure she is getting on our flight with no problems.
And though they may never see this, I want to wholeheartedly thank the several staff members who are working overtime to help facilitate my arrival in the Kingdom tonight. An expediter and a PAS colleague are meeting me with one van at the terminal, while another car and expediter work on getting Hattie cleared through customs. I am so grateful for this assistance. The whole staff has been great about preparing for my arrival. I can't wait to finally meet everyone and start working.
So, my short post has once again turned long, and I am going to sign off and see about boarding the plane.
Here's to finally getting to post!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Off to Ride the Camels!
One very short week later, I'm back at Logan Airport, waiting for my flight to Frankfurt. I will spend a glorious 30 hours in Heidelberg (minus travel time) before heading to the Kingdom. It has been three years since I was last in Europe, so I'm looking forward to it immensely, especially the staying in a nice hotel part. Most of my European experiences as an adult have consisted of hostels and campgrounds, so this will be a nice change.
I suck at packing and at saying goodbye. There has been a lot of both in the last week. And I have to pack one more time before getting to my destination (not counting the move within the compound from my temporary to permanent quarters). So I'm not going to dwell on this aspect of the last week.
My youngest nephew, who is three and a half, doesn't quite understand why I'm always coming home and then leaving again. This time he finally ordered me to "just move back into my house and stay there!" I explained that I have to move far, far away for work but that he can come and visit me and see the camels. Well that part stuck in his head. For the last several days he keeps telling his grandparents and his father and anyone else who will listen that he's going to go visit Aunt Sadie and ride the camels. His grandmother encourages him; his father not so much. Yesterday, though, as I was saying a last tearful goodbye to him and telling him I'd keep the camels company until he visited, I realized how much he'd been thinking about this. He was quiet for a few minutes (an unusual thing), and then I heard him ask his father how he was going to get up onto the camel to ride it. This was the biggest obstacle he could think of with regard to visiting me far, far away. We of course all burst out laughing. So in a sad moment came laughter, as it always does.
And with that, I'm off. Let the adventures begin!
I suck at packing and at saying goodbye. There has been a lot of both in the last week. And I have to pack one more time before getting to my destination (not counting the move within the compound from my temporary to permanent quarters). So I'm not going to dwell on this aspect of the last week.
My youngest nephew, who is three and a half, doesn't quite understand why I'm always coming home and then leaving again. This time he finally ordered me to "just move back into my house and stay there!" I explained that I have to move far, far away for work but that he can come and visit me and see the camels. Well that part stuck in his head. For the last several days he keeps telling his grandparents and his father and anyone else who will listen that he's going to go visit Aunt Sadie and ride the camels. His grandmother encourages him; his father not so much. Yesterday, though, as I was saying a last tearful goodbye to him and telling him I'd keep the camels company until he visited, I realized how much he'd been thinking about this. He was quiet for a few minutes (an unusual thing), and then I heard him ask his father how he was going to get up onto the camel to ride it. This was the biggest obstacle he could think of with regard to visiting me far, far away. We of course all burst out laughing. So in a sad moment came laughter, as it always does.
And with that, I'm off. Let the adventures begin!
Monday, August 2, 2010
Ah, Home... (?)
I've been hearing about a particular phenomenon for a long time and have always understood it in theory, but I finally experienced it the other day. It's the 'Where is home?' phenomenon. Up until now, it's been easy. My family lives in NH, I'm training in DC, I'm moving to Saudi Arabia. But the past week, especially once my UAB and HHE and dog were packed up and shipped out, it's gotten harder. But I had a total moment of panic the other day as I realized I couldn't answer the question posed to me by the United baggage rep.
Here's the story. Saturday started off wonderfully - slept in, packed up, ate leftovers, said my goodbyes to the Oak. Went outside to wait for my airport shuttle. Watched a colleague and his family fit an impressive number of suitcases, two live animals, and himself, wife, and infant into an SUV cab, also en-route to the airport. Still no shuttle. Finally it arrives, 40 minutes late. I get into the shuttle, and there's not enough room for my bags, even though I told them exactly how many I had. It was only when two other passengers asked to be let out at the nearest taxi that I realized this was not going to go well. They were already late for a flight. So we drop them off and pick up the last passenger and get to the airport with less time than I'd like but still enough time to get checked-in and security checked.
Long check-in line. Then they can't process my paper ticket, so they send me to the 'additional services' line. Long line. Unaccompanied minors, deploying servicemen, and off-duty stewards are in front of me with complicated needs. Meet up again with above-mentioned colleague and family trying to safely get their pets onto the plane. I must give kudos to this cat and dog - they were calm as calm can be - totally unfazed by their surroundings or predicament. Very impressive. Baby was happy and quiet as well, and I hear this continued all the way to their destination. Anyway, I get to the front of the line and the grumpy customer service rep. He doesn't want to give me any baggage allowances for being on orders, but a quick call upstairs confirms it's all right. That was the best part of the day - getting two 60lb suitcases checked free of charge.
So I head to security - LONG line. Moves fast, but not fast enough. I finally get through and sprint to my gate, where my flight should be boarding. 35 minute delay. So, my priorities being in order, I sprint back through the terminal and get a 20 minute pedicure, which takes about 28 minutes. Sprint back to the gate and onto the plane with no waiting (never a good sign). I was fine; they just boarded early, and plenty of people came on after me. There was even room for my bag. Flight was easy and uneventful, but the delay meant catching a later bus to NH. So at baggage claim my first bag comes out quickly, but #2 is a no-show. I'm not terribly concerned, as I have some time in NH.
So. I go into the baggage claim area and start the process with the very nice customer service rep. But then she asks the tough question. "Is [address redacted] your home address?" I stare at her. A long time. And then say, "I don't really know how to answer that question." She laughs and says, "I didn't mean to ask you such a tough thing; it's easy for most people." I finally said that while this was my legal residence, it was not my final destination. So she said the bag would be delivered by noon the following day.
And here's the thing: NH will always be home. It's where I grew up, it's where my family is, it's my home leave address... but it's not my current home, if that makes sense. I guess until next week I don't have a current home, which was what was catching me off guard. I could have given this woman the long version, but she just wanted a yes or no answer. And at that moment I just couldn't provide it.
After 10 hours of traveling, I finally arrived home. My NH home. With my family. And when I woke up the next morning, bag #2 was at the front door.
But the story doesn't end there. My youngest brother and his friends got to our house shortly after I arrived home, and they were awestruck that the airline would drive 2.5 hours each way to deliver this one bag. So they decide to wait up. And wait. And wait. Finally at about 4am they give up, and my brother drives his friends home, probably a 20-30 minute r/t drive. He gets home and finds the bag on the porch. A night's adventure foiled. So close!
That was a very long post when all I really had to say was I couldn't answer the question about home. It was the first memorable time but certainly won't be the last. And I'm okay with that. I just didn't expect to be so caught off guard by such a seemingly simple question.
And... NH is great :-).
Here's the story. Saturday started off wonderfully - slept in, packed up, ate leftovers, said my goodbyes to the Oak. Went outside to wait for my airport shuttle. Watched a colleague and his family fit an impressive number of suitcases, two live animals, and himself, wife, and infant into an SUV cab, also en-route to the airport. Still no shuttle. Finally it arrives, 40 minutes late. I get into the shuttle, and there's not enough room for my bags, even though I told them exactly how many I had. It was only when two other passengers asked to be let out at the nearest taxi that I realized this was not going to go well. They were already late for a flight. So we drop them off and pick up the last passenger and get to the airport with less time than I'd like but still enough time to get checked-in and security checked.
Long check-in line. Then they can't process my paper ticket, so they send me to the 'additional services' line. Long line. Unaccompanied minors, deploying servicemen, and off-duty stewards are in front of me with complicated needs. Meet up again with above-mentioned colleague and family trying to safely get their pets onto the plane. I must give kudos to this cat and dog - they were calm as calm can be - totally unfazed by their surroundings or predicament. Very impressive. Baby was happy and quiet as well, and I hear this continued all the way to their destination. Anyway, I get to the front of the line and the grumpy customer service rep. He doesn't want to give me any baggage allowances for being on orders, but a quick call upstairs confirms it's all right. That was the best part of the day - getting two 60lb suitcases checked free of charge.
So I head to security - LONG line. Moves fast, but not fast enough. I finally get through and sprint to my gate, where my flight should be boarding. 35 minute delay. So, my priorities being in order, I sprint back through the terminal and get a 20 minute pedicure, which takes about 28 minutes. Sprint back to the gate and onto the plane with no waiting (never a good sign). I was fine; they just boarded early, and plenty of people came on after me. There was even room for my bag. Flight was easy and uneventful, but the delay meant catching a later bus to NH. So at baggage claim my first bag comes out quickly, but #2 is a no-show. I'm not terribly concerned, as I have some time in NH.
So. I go into the baggage claim area and start the process with the very nice customer service rep. But then she asks the tough question. "Is [address redacted] your home address?" I stare at her. A long time. And then say, "I don't really know how to answer that question." She laughs and says, "I didn't mean to ask you such a tough thing; it's easy for most people." I finally said that while this was my legal residence, it was not my final destination. So she said the bag would be delivered by noon the following day.
And here's the thing: NH will always be home. It's where I grew up, it's where my family is, it's my home leave address... but it's not my current home, if that makes sense. I guess until next week I don't have a current home, which was what was catching me off guard. I could have given this woman the long version, but she just wanted a yes or no answer. And at that moment I just couldn't provide it.
After 10 hours of traveling, I finally arrived home. My NH home. With my family. And when I woke up the next morning, bag #2 was at the front door.
But the story doesn't end there. My youngest brother and his friends got to our house shortly after I arrived home, and they were awestruck that the airline would drive 2.5 hours each way to deliver this one bag. So they decide to wait up. And wait. And wait. Finally at about 4am they give up, and my brother drives his friends home, probably a 20-30 minute r/t drive. He gets home and finds the bag on the porch. A night's adventure foiled. So close!
That was a very long post when all I really had to say was I couldn't answer the question about home. It was the first memorable time but certainly won't be the last. And I'm okay with that. I just didn't expect to be so caught off guard by such a seemingly simple question.
And... NH is great :-).
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Turning Point
It finally happened! I made the transition to being incredibly stressed about all the things I have to get done to being really excited for a week of vacation with friends and family and then heading to post! My suitcases are mostly packed, all the errands that can be done are done, and it's time to sit back and enjoy the ride. Housing at post is solidified, even if I will be in a temp apartment until mine is ready. Just knowing that I have housing is enough for now. Tomorrow we're having a gathering at my house in NH, which I'm really looking forward to. Then it's a week of relaxing fun! I hope everyone else's weekend is off to a great start as well. (I also made a discovery last night - when I write casually, such as for blog posts or emails, I tend to way overuse parenthetical phrases, ellipses, and exclamation points, often rendering sentences almost undecipherable. This is so different than my formal writing style; it was an interesting realization!) (And yes, I know what I just did there... And here.)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
It's Over
Nine (9) long hours later, pack-out ended. It was mostly painless for me, but I definitely had a few "oh my goodness what am I going to with all this stuff?" moments as the boxes mounted. In my defense, half of every box is packing material. The two women who packed me up were wonderful, but the overall organization of the company left something to be desired. (They sent two teams of packers and one team of movers and one truck for two moves in two different buildings. I was essentially move #2, so everything took waaaay longer than it should have.) It's over now and out of my hands. After a wonderful dinner out with a new friend/neighbor/colleague I'll be sorry to leave behind, it was back to the drudgery. Laundry. Packing boxes to ship via the mail (clothes and dog supplies I can't wait for). Reassessing the mountain of things I kept behind for 2.5 suitcases. Reassessing some more. Cleaning out the car one final time. Reassuring Hattie that the world is not ending. She may not believe me for the next two weeks as her world really does turn upside down, but all will end well, insha'allah. Anyway, bedtime. Tomorrow is another (very long, very busy) day. And then I get to go home!! A whole week off with nothing (much) to do but relax and soak up America for the last time in a while. The hardest part is over.
Ready... I think.
It's almost 9; the movers are slated to arrive in the next hour. I am actually sitting down and eating breakfast - because everything is ready for them! Unprecedented. I did almost have a breakdown yesterday when I got home from my admin tasks to find my apartment being ransacked (under the guise of maintenance) by the renovation team. For the second time this month. After I had written, called, and telepathy-ed (ied?) my anger, frustration, etc.. So, I freaked out a little bit. Which apparently helped, because within 20 minutes my apartment was (almost) back to the way I had left it. And I channeled my anger/frustration/disappointment/anxiety into preparing the kitchen for pack-out. After that, I got pretty much everything I needed to done. I even had time this morning to go get drinks and snacks for the team (which I just couldn't motivate myself to do at 11:30 last night when I was finally ready to do so). So, fingers crossed, I will be this sane at the end of the day. Hattie, however, is another story.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Question Is...
Will I get through the next 33 hours or so while maintaining my sanity? Anyone who knows me knows that packing is not my strong suit. Even for a day trip, I pack too much and stress about everything that could go wrong. I call myself a contingency packer; others call me insane. I am the one rolling a large suitcase, a mobile office, a purse, and a shoulder bag for a 2-day trip. My poor mother usually ends up helping out; she is happily staying in NH for this one. (After I brought her to South Africa under the guise of a 3-week touring holiday but with the ulterior motive of helping me pack and move back to the US, she has gotten wise to my tricks.)
So today's task (as expected, left to the last minute) is to prepare for tomorrow's pack-out. I have set some very low goals for myself for the day: separate out everything I'm bringing with me on the plane, separate my UAB shipment, print/scan a few last things, box up a few things I want to ship ahead, and tidy up where possible. Ultimately all will be well, as the packers don't particularly care how organized I am - everything will go in a box. I am mainly concerned with keeping all the important stuff (passports, tickets, wallet, etc.) out of their way and then making sure Oakwood keeps all of its own furnishings. I just have to stress for a day, and it will be over. (Meanwhile, I also have to go to FSI for an hour or so and trek over to Main State to complete the check-out process and ship my training materials to myself.)
So, it's time to shower, walk Hattie, get dressed, and go get the paperwork done. If nothing else I can stay up all night and get the prep-work done. It's not that much (I really have been trying to get things ready along the way), but it's not where I thought it'd be.
So, breathe. And... Go!
So today's task (as expected, left to the last minute) is to prepare for tomorrow's pack-out. I have set some very low goals for myself for the day: separate out everything I'm bringing with me on the plane, separate my UAB shipment, print/scan a few last things, box up a few things I want to ship ahead, and tidy up where possible. Ultimately all will be well, as the packers don't particularly care how organized I am - everything will go in a box. I am mainly concerned with keeping all the important stuff (passports, tickets, wallet, etc.) out of their way and then making sure Oakwood keeps all of its own furnishings. I just have to stress for a day, and it will be over. (Meanwhile, I also have to go to FSI for an hour or so and trek over to Main State to complete the check-out process and ship my training materials to myself.)
So, it's time to shower, walk Hattie, get dressed, and go get the paperwork done. If nothing else I can stay up all night and get the prep-work done. It's not that much (I really have been trying to get things ready along the way), but it's not where I thought it'd be.
So, breathe. And... Go!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Books About the Kingdom
Many people have asked me about books I'd recommend to learn more about life in the Kingdom, particularly from the perspective of women. Here is a small list of books I've read (and a few that are still on my shelf but highly recommended by others). I'll keep adding to the list as I remember and/or run across books.
History:
History:
- The Siege of Mecca: The 1979 Uprising at Islam's Holiest Shrine
, by Yaroslav Trofimov
- Princess: A True Story of Life Behind the Veil in Saudi Arabia
, by Jean Sasson
- Princess Sultana's Daughters
, by Jean Sasson
- Princess Sultana's Circle
- In the Land of Invisible Women: A Female Doctor's Journey in the Saudi Kingdom
, by Qanta Ahmed
- Inside the Kingdom: My Life in Saudi Arabia
, by Carmen Bin Ladin
- Girls of Riyadh
, by Rajaa Alsanea
One Month...
One month from today I'll arrive in Jeddah to begin my two-year tour in cultural affairs. I'm thrilled to be going and very eager to get to post after a year of intense training. However, this last month is of course packed to the gills with last-minute preparations.
I'm trying to finish buying everything on my gigantic list, which never seems to get smaller. However, I do have to say that I almost have my dream kitchen, with all the cookware, gadgets, and accoutrements a girl could want (except a KitchenAid mixer, which will have to wait a bit). I have wonderful bedding for my master and guest bedrooms, plush and colorful towels, dinnerware galore, a phenomenal collection of Simon Pearce glassware, lots of knick knacks from my many travels that I finally get to unpack and use/marvel at, and all the toiletries and band aids I could ever want. Plus an indulgent new Coach bag or three. Still need: sleeping bag, new camera, tennis racket, mattress pad, etc.
In addition to the marathon shopping trips, I've been soaking up lots of culture whenever possible. In July alone I'll see Mary Poppins, Mamma Mia!, and Avenue Q at three iconic DC-area theater venues. I finally saw SATC2, and I'm trying to hit all my favorite restaurants that I won't have in the Kingdom. This week it's fondue, yum. A regular schedule of happy hours, barbecues, dinner parties, and other social functions rounds out the cultural side.
Saying goodbye is my least favorite part. A steady stream of colleagues/friends have headed to post since late 2009, and I'm one of the last from my class to leave. But saying goodbye to family and friends is always difficult. On one side of the family we had a wonderful weekend reunion for my grandmother's 90th birthday. I loved seeing so many aunts, uncles, cousins, plus several immediate family members all at one time and in such a fun setting. I'll go home for a week before leaving the country, and that will be another marathon of goodbyes. While I hate this part, it's the price I pay for the amazing life abroad I am privileged to lead. Plus there's incentive to take lots of trips to visit people and to host lots of guests. Get your abbayas ready!
The actual preparation for going overseas is almost overwhelming. I've done a lot of it before, but this time there's an extra level of bureaucracy involved. Passports, visas, paperwork for Hattie, airline tickets, preparing to ship Hattie, inventorying all of my possessions, pack out, accessing storage, selling my car, canceling car and renters insurance and buying transit and household goods insurance, making sure all important legal documents are in order, making copies and scanning all important documents, making sure someone has copies of important documents, readying finances for overseas accessibility, etc. These are all the tasks that are consuming all of my free time. Not to mention the many work-related administrative tasks. Plus I'm still in training full-time until a couple days before I leave DC.
And then when I think I'm on top of it all, I realize I haven't spoken Arabic in a month and can't immediately remember how to say something like "weapons of mass destruction" or "nuclear non-proliferation treaty," let alone make small talk.
But, I keep reminding myself, I've been one month out from moving overseas before, and I'll be there again many times over. And it always works out, no matter how stressful or impossible it might seem. There are so many wonderful adventures ahead - I can't wait!
I'm trying to finish buying everything on my gigantic list, which never seems to get smaller. However, I do have to say that I almost have my dream kitchen, with all the cookware, gadgets, and accoutrements a girl could want (except a KitchenAid mixer, which will have to wait a bit). I have wonderful bedding for my master and guest bedrooms, plush and colorful towels, dinnerware galore, a phenomenal collection of Simon Pearce glassware, lots of knick knacks from my many travels that I finally get to unpack and use/marvel at, and all the toiletries and band aids I could ever want. Plus an indulgent new Coach bag or three. Still need: sleeping bag, new camera, tennis racket, mattress pad, etc.
In addition to the marathon shopping trips, I've been soaking up lots of culture whenever possible. In July alone I'll see Mary Poppins, Mamma Mia!, and Avenue Q at three iconic DC-area theater venues. I finally saw SATC2, and I'm trying to hit all my favorite restaurants that I won't have in the Kingdom. This week it's fondue, yum. A regular schedule of happy hours, barbecues, dinner parties, and other social functions rounds out the cultural side.
Saying goodbye is my least favorite part. A steady stream of colleagues/friends have headed to post since late 2009, and I'm one of the last from my class to leave. But saying goodbye to family and friends is always difficult. On one side of the family we had a wonderful weekend reunion for my grandmother's 90th birthday. I loved seeing so many aunts, uncles, cousins, plus several immediate family members all at one time and in such a fun setting. I'll go home for a week before leaving the country, and that will be another marathon of goodbyes. While I hate this part, it's the price I pay for the amazing life abroad I am privileged to lead. Plus there's incentive to take lots of trips to visit people and to host lots of guests. Get your abbayas ready!
The actual preparation for going overseas is almost overwhelming. I've done a lot of it before, but this time there's an extra level of bureaucracy involved. Passports, visas, paperwork for Hattie, airline tickets, preparing to ship Hattie, inventorying all of my possessions, pack out, accessing storage, selling my car, canceling car and renters insurance and buying transit and household goods insurance, making sure all important legal documents are in order, making copies and scanning all important documents, making sure someone has copies of important documents, readying finances for overseas accessibility, etc. These are all the tasks that are consuming all of my free time. Not to mention the many work-related administrative tasks. Plus I'm still in training full-time until a couple days before I leave DC.
And then when I think I'm on top of it all, I realize I haven't spoken Arabic in a month and can't immediately remember how to say something like "weapons of mass destruction" or "nuclear non-proliferation treaty," let alone make small talk.
But, I keep reminding myself, I've been one month out from moving overseas before, and I'll be there again many times over. And it always works out, no matter how stressful or impossible it might seem. There are so many wonderful adventures ahead - I can't wait!
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