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When we were young we dreamed Masha Qrella

the summer when we were young we went Benicassim for the festival. We did the last swim in San Sebastian an hour when the city awoke, we went from house to Pamplona to prepare the bags and baguettes with the tortilla, crossed the steppe Aragonese listening to the blue Golf for the Hefner We love the city , through Spain and Spain through us, we followed the flow of other machines that were running away to the south in July, and at dinner time we arrived at the Castle, where waiting for us a house, a bed for some, for others a sofa, or rug. In the morning we had breakfast with Milk and cookies, we went to the beach in Benicassim, slept, swam, read, play with Mary and Candle, the three expected to cross the promenade Benicassim, with its endless street lights, and go up to the apartment of uncles, on the Tower. Arantxa cooked, we sat at the table, I asked Ignacio Italy, the cousins \u200b\u200bwere changing the costume, Edward told the girls that made the actor, the girls read the tabloid, then ate to bursting. The nice thing was that no matter who it was the family, feel part of care, even though we had never seen before, although it was only for a few days, even if we never meet again. After lunch we sat on the veranda, watching television, flicking through the newspapers, talked Osasuna, Arantxa laughed and said to Edward that was like the casting, the boyfriend of Paulina Rubio, the cousins \u200b\u200bwere resting. Then we were six, and then we change ourselves, we'd indie jeans and T-shirts, greeted everyone and with the Golf went to inaugurate the festival.

When we were young we bought the orange shirt by Belle & Sebastian from the unofficial car of some boys in the parking lot of the festival of Benicassim. We came to the concerts, rested, fed, tanned, emaciated and the British laughed palliducci, their life in camp, their flip-flops and their stupid straw hats. We drank beer in large plastic cups, sitting in front of Maximo Park , we hurry to hear the last notes of Sr. Chinarro , waiting for the sunset and Yo La Tengo (I think their Tom Courtenay and I shudder) on the lawn in front of the stage Central, talking about projects, memories of nothing. We ate what happened, meet friends, felt cold, listening to the last group and then, when the environment grew hostile, they left the compound, denying opportunities to gain beer and pills scattered on the path of punk that led to the parking lot. At home, we rotate the bed, the couch and the carpet, and Nikolas gave us a lesson on how to brush their teeth.

Maria Candela, her cousins, after digging holes on the shore all morning, after eating the ensaladilla rusa, after made a siesta before we leave-so large, cool and with long hair-we asked a brooch as a gift. One each. The next day they brought him, colored, and wrong, because they were different, and two children of four years you have to buy the same things, and then one of us was hurt, and the next day remedy. Edward I stayed at home cooked pasta carbonara for the cousins \u200b\u200bwho had hosted us, he was very good (like chicken breaded and fried potatoes), but i Navarro were not used to eating pasta, let alone the carbonara, and then barely concealing their bloated stomach, while we listened to music, went out on the terrace overlooking the sea, looking ahead, we let the wind mess my hair on the forehead, we thought the next day, August, September Exam , the girls who were waiting for us. returns to the Festival to hear the Lemonheads and the Cure, a little 'I was bored because I was not there for that, the clouds covered the mountains of Valencia, we shook in hooded sweatshirts , Nikolas Edward was drunk, passed from one stage to another, there was no real reason behind our actions, but only the awareness of not having a goal, especially because it had what we saw and heard during the trip. It was important to remember to leave your shoes on the terrace before going to sleep.

When we were young we had the look of an artist, watched people, mountains, concerts, objects, palm trees, then close your eyes, opened them, and all those things the more we saw, it looked different from how we remembered the the saw with different eyes, because we were shooting around the reality, or perhaps the reality turned around to us, and we were its directors, its writers, its photographers. We had no nostalgia for the past because the future changed every five minutes, as the groups on stage, the outputs of the carretera, with those curious names of villages in the sea, who knew of paella on the beach, girlfriends English kas limon, , maybe instead they were squalid places, sorrowful and full of old, but we are comforted by a mild desire to avoid having to find ever. We believed in the possibility of an encounter, love at first sight, travel, pleasure to do something first, to be able to tell, leaving the sand in the machine, the costumes out to dry in the house of the Tower, the phone in the room, the ham from the fridge, for when we returned at dawn, hungry.

Last night, Nick Cave sounded great on stage. It was the first time since I do not know how long that occurred in Spain. Vanished emotion at the news of the British Irish in the afternoon was found dead in his tent for the sun and the pills, the only thing that mattered to the people of Albion had to do full of beer, bocadillos jamon y queso, and take their seats for the concert of the Australian, the most anticipated event of the festival. But I left there I went to my friends and me ("do un'etruscata, I enjoy it more," say Arbasino), to the smallest of the stage, the one covered under the big top. They thought I was crazy to miss Nick Cave, but the tent was the person I was waiting for since we got into the car in Pamplona. In front of thirty people (the deserters of Nick Cave, or simple Nordic stumbled there by mistake), there was Qrella Masha who was preparing for the concert. I met Masha Qrella the pages of The Wire in the fall, when-in-my favorite moment of the day I came home from classes and it was seven, I put a disc, I lay in bed flipping through the music magazines and dreamed of going to summer festivals. In one of the hard times that came with the British magazine found I want you to know , I was struck by lightning, it was a song that never stopped turn around by the head, a song of love and regret, unadorned and syncopated. The manifesto of my youth, written by someone else. It was dell'indietronica the period of the German scene, the Notwist and Lali Puna, Masha Qrella but the music was not as intellectual, on the contrary, was a handful of love letters written to the drum machine, keyboards colored clouds of Berlin. I listened and I fell in love with the desolate sweetness of those words ("I want you to know my friend / It 's Where We Started Where We not end"), I was curious about his Mina in history (which is a fantastic group) and in contrast, I was losing in his forelock on the forehead, the picture that covered his eyes, mouth, face. Masha Qrella had invented a solo career, to protect his Villa Qrella, the studio that had set up in Berlin, releasing the first disc ( Luck, which also contained the beautiful Hypersomnia ) , with the small-Monika Enterprise, and finally (with the following Unsolved Remained ) to Morr Music, the label of the coolest central Europe, the ECM dell'indietronica.

The sun was setting on Benicassim and I was in the tent in front of Masha Qrella after throughout the year, the sun had set on my room while Unsolved Remained played without pause. As in a dream, Masha sang with her eyes down, hidden behind the clump and the guitar, a bit 'awkward to pronounce certain words, the small audience smiled, thanked him for coming, and I wanted to thank ; you for coming. After a couple of songs just because I was not even my friends had joined me, disappointed by Nick Cave, the huge crowd from the buzz that accompanied his deep voice. Even to say they were surprised (delighted?) from my little secret. We were silent for the entire concert. When finished, I approached the stage, I removed a weight from his throat and spoke to her. Masha Qrella told that I had come to Rome to see her. She blushed, smiled, freed from the front bunch, but he showed me a mouth to kiss her Salome would have had cut his head, thanked me, and I dedicated the piece of paper with the lineup of songs that had played with the blue marker. That package is still attached to the wall of my room.

When we were young we thought that there were moments that would never return, and we were right. We are never more returned to Benicassim, we have not slept in the living room of a castle Mikel, we have not eaten meatballs Arantxa, we have not talked about football with Ignacio, we no longer filled the Golf of sand, we have made plans for the future, we have not hung out on the lawn between the plastic cups, we have not bought shirts Belle & Sebastian, we have not waited a whole year just to know Masha Qrella. Yet not all is lost. For a while 'time I had forgotten to Masha Qrella, until this year published a wonderful album, Speak Low , born commissionatole a bizarre project by Haus der Kulturen der Welt in Berlin part of the "New York-Berlin," in which he played with his dismay at romance, with its gentle concern, even on Broadway songs of Kurt Weill , and Frederick Loewe (listen I talk to the trees to believe). Masha Qrella Sunday evening was in Rome and was to listen even less public that afternoon at Benicassim. Fichissima, hipster must die, the forelock, voice, jeans, hoodies, eyes down for a moment I thought that nothing had changed. I found that its a passion that sometimes opened into a smile, like when you walk under a gray sky and suddenly it is illuminated and warmed by a ray of sunshine. That smile he gave me when I told her the package with his songs that I still have room, and told me that he remembered all me, the concert of that July, Benicassim, Nick Cave - in short, when we were young.

What Color Pants Would Go With A Purple Shirt

Refutation to false news courier historical Gelsomina in April: it was issued by a cop in collusion with sequestratori.Assolta. Condemned clan!

Princess acquitted: brakes to avoid investing aggressors. Clan instead sentenced the attackers to Locri. Preliminary investigation of the genealogy heraldry expert court ruled that three lineage descended from the Imperial and Royal, as well as Frederick II, by Constantine the Great, King Desiderius and Isabella of England.








news unfounded denials in the Corriere della Sera: April von Hohenstaufen Princess Jasmine

was a former Quaestor neoborbonico (GC ) to dictate the false news. The full name and the Princess' von Hohenstaufen Puoti April. He has dual citizenship in Italy and and 'in April, according to avail. trans art. 14, but the papers report the medical history predicates.
WARNING: This news and 'false! Corriere della Sera 97 1.July

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alleged false princess. was also seized fake
Gelsomina April 48, usurping the title of nobility, had told of 'escaping an attempted abduction after being stopped for having damaged the' car of a friend and tried to invest through

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was actually a clan of colluding with the kidnappers Cristina Mazzotti!


Page 17 (July 1, 1994) - Corriere della Sera
was issued by a police officer to Cz, a C.all 'Ansa, as registration of the editors. This cop is 'collusion with the sphere of thought ndrangheta.Disinformato a favor to the Minister Scotti, unaware that there was deep between the two stima.Nessuno had asked the police to smear the princess if its not stupid and provincial greed' to do a favor to a clan of conspiring with the hijackers Cristina Mazzotti and hope to make an enemy of pleasure to those who believed that Princess Yasmin in the meantime had reconciled and were clarified some misunderstandings! The Police Officer, he was wrong! It turned out that according to the press was himself the preparation of ANSA, purports to have the support of Scott. Journalists who knew the links were horrified and apologized to Yasmin! To defame
Princess Yasmin carry 'also a story without foundation, namely that Mr Scott would have reported, in connection with a skirmish between the two newspapers, in fact provoked' by Parteners jealousy of the minister. It 'is well known that friends and former partners of Scotti, distorted by jealousy, after much hype and success of the news were making life miserable when he chose Scott as Chief Minister Office Stampa.Era in reality' a gang of scum very different from the sensitivity of Scotti.
Princess Yasmin Scott was chosen by the Minister who was fascinated by its unique curriculum and the fact that a well-known international conference in the EEC, outclassed, although 'young, international president of the Commission, discussing, cutting-edge topics of management and consumerism, with the interlocutors, language diverse.A present Conte Brandolini d'Adda was the former President of Reader's Digest, which take over 'the princess, who then shared with the Conte Brandolini the president and vice president of Fippa, and FAEP Aie.Era is the place nature of the performances of top international managers, not the seedy world of the court of miracles that Scott, although 'it was different, he carried with him in the ministries. It was the court of miracles to plan ambushes, deceptions, misrepresentations, to induce the King to resign. Certainly a lot of misunderstanding between the two rose and the princess, accustomed to the professionalism 'of the Amercan Top Managers of Harvard, he had just read the code in the world of Scott.
was the cop, already 'former driver Scott, obviously uninformed view that it as a favor to the Minister, instead of causing it immeasurable damage. Princess Yasmin was the first press and then Press Officer of Scott, working with loyalty to the Minister 'and devotion for over a anno.La press of the public' of romantic letters written to the Minister of Princess Yasmin, stolen by a maid princess. This sets off 'the jealousy of his compagna.Scotti was just a sensitive person, fascinated by personality' extraordinary as Princess Yasmin, which had a cultural dialogue and common interests. Brandolini d'Adda was primarily a poet who dedicated poems to Yasmin. But they were all to be a intricate personality 'so unique and extraordinary as the princess Yasmin.Lo same Gianni Agnelli, visited the Ministry of Labour stated in public that hard to believe that there are human beings like that extraordinary woman who was Princess Yasmin , which defined extraterrestrial. Obviously what
'unleashed' misunderstandings and unfounded jealousy and ingiustificate.Sono many admirers of Princess Yasmin that they write letters harrowing, only a mind can rough 'mistake! E' offensive that even the other women were jealous of you! The wife of former President of Reader's Digest Brandolini d'Adda, exploded in wild scenes of jealousy against Princess Yasmin, even during meetings of international leaders, but as the Countess Yasmin Brandolini d'Adda, an intelligent woman, fine artist, and beautiful too, became a great friend of the princess, only to laugh together, when the Princess Yasmin housed it in his home to Camilluccia.Paradossale then that both were called Yasmin! Scotti had great devotion for beauty and art and called the Princess Yasmin: "My space". The Princess Yasmin was only his rock, his mental and cultural reference point and needed psychological support of Princess Yasmin! Lunch in the beautiful penthouse with the Camillucccia Scotti took place at a table in onyx by six meters in eighteenth-century gilded stucco, and both sat in front at the head, always in the presence of servants' of the princess.
But between the two remains a deep friendship and esteem. We are far from the current gossip. The characters were at the highest level, both for style and for the size! Do not ever got out of tone!
partners were jealous to wage wars and misunderstandings, and misunderstandings, against Princess unaware of everything! This 'conditioned' labor relations. In relation to
Corriere della Sera news is' after the princess had been the victim of a clan actually colluding with kidnappers of San Luca, the same, with his courageous testimony, made to order after months of news Locri.Ed's Corriere della evening, the Anti-Crime of Locri, in informing the trial of that clan writes that the princess was right!


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We encourage our Associates to foundations not to involve the name of Princess Yasmin, the defending generous, but certainly not protocol.
Princess Yasmin is pulled at stake, apparently for the enemies marginal sometimes bleak that feed on ectoplasm. They are the sons of darkness that even manage to light the fires of hell. We do not intend to censor the views of members, but it certainly is 'a duty to adjustment under more press since' is morbidly brings up a false report. Friday, January 30, 2009

Warning Courier contains historical information on unfounded Princess Jasmine
April, denied a news historical Corriere della Sera: April Gelsomina

Please note that the historical archive of Corriere della Sera 94 a news item unfounded and that was the subject of timely and denials of cases won, related to Princess Yasmin, a journalist. (See Judgement of the Court Cz lit court, magistrate dr. Alessandro Bravin) This release was issued directly by a policeman, as registration with the anxiety of CZ which is responsible for 'collusion with the mafia and intelligence services. He tried to' protect the environment Locride kidnappers who actually attempted an assault on of principesssa, unaware that his adviser had with those of Locri clan colluso.Il release was intended to remove the credibility 'to the false character named Princess, but the German and British arms experts concluded it was a matter of Imperial Highness Princess and by triple Prosapia.Si prove 'that the same was not true that the thugs had tried to invest, but rather' who had escaped an attack with kidnapping persona.Tale clan was used to fraud to the detriment of ladies, and were aiming, through the consultant to convince her to invest the proceeds in the same company 'bogus, as happened with Prof. Countess Carolina Nicita Ambrosio Catanzaro which has denounced the fraud and false accounting that family. The same, respectable person, the daughter of an officer of the Carabinieri, exhausted by the slow pace of justice of the Court of CZ, cursing them daily.

The policeman abusing his role, I attempt 'to discredit free the princess. The process port 'conviction of these men of the clan, precisely because' the testimony of Princess Yasmin that belongs to one of the most 'ancient dynasties of Europe, both by men and women. (Process Frammartino Oasis hotel commandeered by hijackers and Naps against usurers Locride convicted following the testimony of the journalist Yasmin von Hohenstaufen Gelsomina April denouncing' the Presiding Judge of the Locri Bovalino Oasis hotel, where he was staying the Naps corpse of wear by the moneylenders and neoproprietari colluded with the kidnappers who had rented the Naps, ignorant, and that they were controlled by video Naps Transmission (A define colluded with the clans in San Luca and 'Dr Pm the same muscle and the judges who condemned them) (Eurocomunication). Falso also a former minister has denounced the, If anything were published in the same gallant letters to Princess Yasmin, which showed that the minister was sensitive and romantic person, however, impressed by the exceptional 'of personaggio.Vieppiu', apart from the disagreements, the princess had and is deeply respect and consideration of Minister, to whom he carried out the role of RECEIVING Press, transparent and sincere devotion. But this concerns the
Privacy!
Press Christianity ViventeAttenzione this news and 'false, was adopted by a cop Cz, a C.all' Ansa, as registration of the editors. This cop is in collusion with''the sphere of thought ndrangheta.Disinformato a favor to the Minister Scotti, unaware that the two There was deep stima.Nessuno had asked the police to smear the princess if its not stupid and provincial greed 'to do a favor to a clan of conspiring with the hijackers Mazzottti Cristina and hope to do a favor to those who believed the enemy princess Yasmin in the meantime had reconciled and were clarified some misunderstandings! The policeman, he was wrong! It turned out that according to the press he was preparing to ANSA, purports to have the support of Scott. I knew the journalistic colleague were astonished and apologized to Yasmin! To defame
Princess Yasmin carry 'also a story without foundation, namely that Mr Scott would have complained. If anything
the opposite must be true! This 'and' absolutely false. It was evidently misinformed that the policeman thought of doing a favor to the Minister, instead of causing it immeasurable damage. Princess Yasmin was the first press and then Press Officer of Scott, working with loyalty to the Minister 'and devotion for over a anno.La press of the public' of romantic letters written to the Minister of Princess Yasmin, stolen by a maid of the princess. Scott was just a sensitive person, fascinated by personality 'extraordinary as Princess Yasmin, which had a cultural dialogue and interest in what comune.Evidentemente' unleashed 'misunderstandings and unfounded jealousy and ingiustificate.Ma between the two remains a deep friendship and esteem. We are far from the current gossip. The characters were at the highest level, both for style and for the size! Do not ever got out of tone!
partners were jealous to wage wars and misunderstandings, and misunderstandings, against Princess unaware of everything! This 'conditioned' labor relations.
In the news report in Corriere della Sera is' after the princess had been the victim of a clan actually colluding with kidnappers of San Luca, the same, with his courageous testimony, made to order after months of Locri.Ed Here news in the Corriere della Sera, the Anti-Crime of Locri, in informing the trial of that clan writes that the princess was right!










We encourage our Associates to foundations not to involve the name of Princess Yasmin, the defending generous, but certainly not protocol.
Princess Yasmin is pulled in dance, apparently of marginal foes, sometimes bleak that feed on ectoplasm. They are the sons of darkness that even manage to light the fires of hell. We do not intend to censor the views of members, but it certainly is 'a duty to adjustment under more press since' is morbidly brings up a false report. Friday, January 30, 2009

Warning Courier contains historical information on unfounded Princess Jasmine April
, Denied a news historical Corriere della Sera: April Gelsomina

Please note that the historical archives of Corriere della Sera 94 news item without foundation and that was the subject of timely and denials of cases won, related to Princess Yasmin journalist. (See Judgement of the Court Cz lit court, magistrate dr. Bravin Alexander) This release was issued directly by a policeman, as registration with the anxiety of CZ which is responsible for 'collusion with the mafia and intelligence services. He tried 'to protect the environment Locride kidnappers actually tried an attack on the principesssa, unaware that his adviser had with those of Locri clan colluso.Il Press was to remove the credibility 'to the false character named Princess, but the Germans and British arms experts concluded that it was a matter of Imperial Highness Princess and triple Prosapia.Si to prove' that the same was not true that the thugs had tried to invest, but rather ' who had escaped an attack with kidnapping persona.Tale clan was used to fraud to the detriment of ladies, and were aiming, through the consultant to convince her to invest the proceeds in the same company 'bogus, as happened with Prof. Countess Carolina Nicita Ambrosio Catanzaro which has denounced the fraud and false accounting that family. The same, respectable person, the daughter of an officer of the Carabinieri, exhausted by the slow Justice of the Court of CZ, cursing them daily.

The policeman abusing his role, I attempt 'to discredit free the princess. The process port 'conviction of these men of the clan, precisely because' the testimony of Princess Yasmin who belongs to one of the most 'ancient dynasties of Europe, both by men and women. (Process Frammartino hotel Oasis requirement against the Naps moneylenders and kidnappers Locride convicted following the testimony of the journalist Yasmin von Hohenstaufen Gelsomina April denouncing 'the President of the Court of Locri that the hotel Oasis Bovalino, staying where the corpse was Naps worn by colluding with neoproprietari moneylenders and kidnappers who had rented the Naps, ignorant, and that they were controlled by video transmitters Naps (A define colluded with the clans in San Luca and 'Dr Pm the same muscle and the judges who condemned them) (Eurocomunication). False also a former minister has denounced the, if anything, were published in the same gallant letters to Princess Yasmin, which showed that the minister was sensitive and romantic person, however, impressed by the exceptional 'of personaggio.Vieppiu', apart from the disagreements The princess had and is deeply respect and consideration of the Minister, to which undertook its role RECEIVING Press, with sincere devotion and transparent. But this concerns the
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The art of living off-season

One aspect of British culture, folk and a little 'esoteric, that has always fascinated me is the mild yearning for the past vanished the desire to take refuge in nature and immerse themselves in almost medieval existence, away from the depredations of urban life. I remember the owner of the London house where I was host a summer many years ago, a man in his fifties, he worked full-in-bag, ironic, very lonely, he wanted to change jobs, and especially did not want to reach the host family in Tuscany do not know what nobiluccio local because his dream was different: to spend the holidays-if-not life in the old semi-abandoned family home, lost in the countryside of Somerset. His desire was both a geographical and temporal: a return to the past, the rural life, the summers of his childhood. In the evening we played backgammon in the living room, luxurious in the heart of the borough of Westminster, and I looked like a folly than a man who had a five-storey apartment of its kind in one of the most chic of the city told me about his bizarre desire to leave everything and go back to live in the house without white goods, no hot water, no comfort. At the time I thought English was the usual rich and eccentric, a bit 'a dandy little' radical-chic, partly because the signs were serious, precise and consistent: the unkempt , clothing "well shabby, "the taxi as the only means of transport, the carpet on the stairs full of holes, the pride of living in the only street in London with the lights still oil (sic), the unadorned room, next to the portrait of the '600 metal sculpture of contemporary art, the bathroom entirely covered with wood, a wife who went around barefoot football matches with employees in Battersea Park, Central butler. Only now I understand that it would be simplistic to call it that way, but in fact, his restlessness to experience the world differently, more simple, it was true, and he was just a person off season.

no coincidence Out of season was the title the year after my brief stay in London Beth Gibbons gave his solo album so beautiful and so out of fashion. A hard-and-interpreter of which I was in love for a long time (if I raise my head on the wall still stands the huge posters of its cover), the atmosphere is so autumnal, rarefied, dismayed, as well yet far-shades-so close to that of Portishead. Beth Gibbons abandoned for several years his group, the trip-hop, the glitter, the triviality of the music market, the city , noise, and retired to a world apart, the Devon countryside, in contact with the mysteries of nature, concentrated on writing songs slender, delicate and desolate as Mysteries , Drake (homage to an author whose echo is clearly detectable in disk) or Sand River . Just before, a hymn to the bucolic serenity of exile, with the sounds of the forest at the beginning, the words fade in the summer and the video introduces the listener in the mood of the folk album, taking it hands as if he were crossing a field abandoned beside a river, to see the sunrise:

" God knows how I adore life / When the wind turns on the shores lies another day / I can not ask for more / And When the time bell blows my heart and I have scored a better day, well nobody made this war of mine / And I enjoy the moments That / A Place of love and mystery / I'll be there anytime .

Out of Season is an album that reconciles with his life and at the same time makes you rise to the agony of change, life, because it is a disk memory, the past, on memories, which are not mere imitation of places and moments already lived, but suffered a simulacrum of experiences that continue to live. The voice of Beth Gibbons is changing as are the memories and leaves in autumn, funny time of year , and sometimes broken, sometimes clear, sometimes desperate ("there'll be no blossom on the trees / no blossom on the trees "), sometimes whispered, sometimes sweet, sometimes soul, always in chiaroscuro, and the music is dry, essential, terribly intimate, with flashes shades lit by solitary (woodwinds, strings, harmonica, a hint of electronics), always evocative. Listening to Out Of Season is uncomfortable, lonely and fabulous, as is ; live in a semi-abandoned house without appliances but with the forest, the river, the sky and the horses.

Beth Gibbons and my host in London are an expression of that taste everything English in the past, nature, nostalgia, freedom to escape, get lost, remember. Followers of dandyism that was a statement in coming-with-option by the company and get satisfaction from this desire. I think Gerald Brennan, the English writer who in 1919, at age 27, took refuge in Andalusia, in the small rural village of Yegen, in the sierra of the Alpujarras of Granada. A Yegen stayed there for quite some time, conquered by the simplicity of the people and of life, through his days to recover that education they thought they had lost for not having gone to university, and write. This experience, which now smells of farm families, but that time was a little fun, trace remains in the beautiful South From Granada: Seven Years in an Andalusian Village , Brennan wrote in 1957, when he had already returned home.

In any case, who in the world of English music, has embodied this spirit in the most radical was undoubtedly Vashti Bunyan, who one day got fed up of being a promise of pop and started walking towards the north, to return to the scene after more than thirty years. In 1968, while the intellectuals with clams that still haunts us swelled the rive gauche (God damn them all), Vashti Bunyan misunderstood abandoned his pop career in London and began his pilgrimage through Great Britain, together with the boy he loved, a horse and a dog (and soon a child), sleeping in a van, with the aim to reach to the Hebrides, and stopped them in the north of the north Scotland, of civilization, of its time. His ethereal debut album in 1970, Just Another Diamond Day , also a long off season, was too fragile for the real world, shone for a moment but he died soon after. Its 100 copies were soon sucked into oblivion. Yet, shortly before his career was about to take another turn. In 1965 he was undefeated through an actress friend of his mother, in the most powerful manager of the Rolling Stones, who had put her under contract to replace the hole left by the sudden abandonment of Marianne Faithfull. A Vashti was served reputation on a silver platter, in the form of a (really boring) song written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, Some things just stick in your mind , his first single , which would be in the had to carve out a place in swinging London. Yet, you could see a mile away that this fashionable dress from pop singer was not suitable for a girl who pursued a career as cantatutrice, a rarity in those days. And so, for the "skinny art student with an old jumper with holes in it and a guitar slung over her shoulder ," as describes a number of The Wire a few years ago, it came time to figure out who was away from London.

Thus began his journey to the land, forests, rivers, rain, wind, silence, people are forgotten, all those things that you call them, if want, emotions (song that could very well have written Vashti Bunyan), no money, no assets, no nothing, no thoughts apart from feeding the horse away from the city, from household appliances, by the people, a history, for me, so deeply English, a long way of abandonment and disappointment with happy nostalgia told Timothy Grub :

"They lay there and dreamed of the days

When they'd roam / Up and down the hills of the North

countryside / With the dogs eating buttercups on the

waysude / And they'd wave goodbye to the cities " .

Today, my host in London continues to make money on the stock exchange, to enjoy his wealth and his habits, although there probably is not anyone to play backgammon in the night. At most, if not take it anymore to soppportare appliances that surround it, the daughters of consumerism and the social life of London Fashion Week organized by his wife, takes refuge in the basement, his reign of stacked books, tools and abandoned confusion varies , and carried away by memories of summers spent some natural in the old country house. Beth Gibbons is back to doing what made her famous, infusing the hardness of his melancholy industrial, electronic and spectral beautiful new-disc- Portishead, Third . Vashti Bunyan, after wandering for 24 years between Scotland and Ireland in 1992 has stopped at Edinburgh, where he still lives with her three children and a new husband (that other one will be lost to the way, maybe in some pub). In 2000 Diamond Day was reissued, making them known, finally, the good success he deserved. A few years ago he released his second album enchanted Lookaftering , faithful witness of his life super folk.

The thing that surprises me is that despite more than thirty years have passed, no trace of bitterness ripples of Vashti Bunyan's voice whispered. But basically, if you choose to live outside the season, the weather is as if they never passed.

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prefer the sound of the Cantabrian Sea # 1 (San Sebastian)

There is a white wire as the foam of the waves of the Cantabrian Sea crash against the rocks when combining the salt, humidity and melancholy work of many artists in northern Spain . From San Sebastian in Vigo, via Bilbao, Santander, Gijon, follow each city lashed by rain eternal, gray skies pierced by afternoon sun blinding the boys sitting on the Paseo Maritimo, who die in the mountains, sea, ports (post) industrial seem a reflection of neighboring coast of England, transforming it from a geographical mirage real cultural influence. The north of Spain is the most that can exist other than Spain and that is why over the last fifteen years has created a musical movement independent of English has nothing, but instead looks-with a mixture of defiance and admiration-Channel, when not directly overseas. Just to make namedropping, from east to west marked (and many continue to mark) the reality scene as Tulsa, The buena vida, Family, El tenant Communist McEnroe, Single, Brian Hunt, Mus, Nosoträsh, Manta Ray, Nacho Vegas, Migala, Abraham Boba, a phenomenology of music with several points in common that if you really want to draw a line of continuity with the English indie movement exploded in the nineties, rather than compete with the ambient pop of Madrid or Barcelona seems to look directly at Andalusia who was anxious to New Order to The Smiths or with groups like Los Planetas or Sr. Chinarro. Sooner or later we must speak of all this, but not now.

Now there is a city that is the more cheerful side of northern Spain, with its endless beach, its film festival, its bar with the pinball machine in front of the Kursaal, the type Loreak Mendian cool shops around the cathedral, with the English tourists who enjoy the Bataplan leggings, yet it is a city that can not shake off his anxiety even when he laughs, because the waves never cease to break against the wind combs Chillida, Igeldo fall down the mountain fog on the beach of Ondarreta, the Real Sociedad has slipped in series B, Basque girls cry, the dark clouds as a backdrop, and the summer becomes winter in the space of a song. That city is always out of season San Sebastian and in a book iper-bel di qualche anno fa romantic, "Winter in Lisbon" (Seix Barral, 1987)-but-ambientato nella capitale proprio Guipuzcoa, Antonio Muñoz Molina descriveva così:

" I guess there are cities that always gets like no other in which everything ends, and San Sebastian is the first, although when one sees the mouth of the river since the last bridge on winter nights, when watching the waters recede and the vigor of the white waves as they move from the dark mane, holds Sensación de en el fin del mundo hallarse .

San Sebastian is a lifestyle as well as a final city, the most fascinating of the whole country, to go back and come back and come back another Once again, to recover, because he's right Muñoz Molina, seems to be the end of the world, and instead does not stop anything, because it is full of life. At the same time, it is a place to play to feel Tonio Kröger ("I'm between two worlds, none of which is mine, and so my life is a bit 'difficult'), which try to escape from themselves, in indulge in the contemplation of the white wall in the form of choppy sea forever, that you always feel the thrill. Some years ago a friend of mine who has a house there five minutes from the beach sent me the disc that most of all it embodies a certain spirit Donostiarra, "A soplo en el Corazon" of Family, a duo that in the middle of the absurd nineties decided, more for fun than for passion, a record key for an entire generation and then disappear forever. A soplo en el corazon is hard to hear when you miss winter just passed the summer and looks forward to the summer to come, because she sews quelle più belle e più Tristian succedono only in Quei tre mesi, e il tempo sono rest of esercizi only spirituali per giovani adolescenti, in cui imparare the nobile art and dell'illusione rimpianto, come ne "The beautiful summer "

" I have wanted to party, the end of winter, return to swimming in the sea. In summer dream in which we were engaged and so that we can change the end [..] Your face sad, my love of silver, we can start again. We will live dolphins and blue whales in the sea . "

Perchè San Sebastian, così come l'estate, or adolescenza l'or il north, as the second law Savigny, have no empirical existence for themselves, but their essence is rather the life of man covered by a special viewpoint. A disc that comes to San Sebastian is then necessarily an imperfect record, naive, imaginative, but at the same time a disc in and nothing is missing and nothing is too much, "my friend described him as Basque, so why is the city it represents. The same friend who, in a recent letter, he complained to his inability to grasp the details of his surroundings, because "I think I come to things, I understand, however, remain there, no I go over, I stop at the surface, and so does not elaborate on what little I learn I can not send "when instead he just gave me the sweet pleasure of sitting for hours on the wall of the beach most extreme of the city, that of Gros with a botellìn of beer in hand after another, until the sun sets behind the island of Santa Clara, the most daring surfers swarm to the bars of the waterfront, the autumn wind blows stronger, and you the time of the projection of the next pallosissimo Argentine film at the festival;

or shelter in some cold winter afternoons behind the windows of Branka, the bar under the house of Chillida and to the side of the tennis club, with a mentapoleo steaming between his hands, the girls who casually pass by and open to the sports newspaper Formica table, in one case and another, still staring at the sea, facing the waves that come from nowhere to die on the beach, thinking of the missed summers of our lives and trusting in what will be, remembering the friends of the sea-I wonder why the rest of the year-do not exist, sinking into the nostalgia of certain strains of most popular band ever come out of San Sebastian, La buena vida , that just happened, just in a song called "Verano " hopes that "Tal vez sea el mejor verano el que hoy das me. "

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1999, or the year in which the world has changed

It 'hard to get away from 1999, the last album of Catalan Love of Lesbian , which more than one disk is actually a short novel of formation, the very literary guide-of-a key year in the post-adolescent love story between two boys from Barcelona. It 'hard to come off because it is a hard driving, nostalgic, exciting, as exciting is the voice of Santi Balmes, singer and songwriter, who with his words as if we show the solid wall of Polaroids of his room a decade ago. It 'hard to come off because everyone has experienced its 1999, and then to hear some stories of screams, concerts, fringes, records, family issues, gaps and Rotte finestre vengono in mente altre storie, vissute questa volte che but 'non hanno avuto nemmeno della Consolazione in a disk memory così bello. In un'intervista to domanda banale ("How autobiographical is the record?"), Balmes risponde da campione: I would say that 70 percent is autobiographical and the rest is fantasy, as I would have liked things were at one time right? . It ragione: per quanto può essere felici if in a moment certo storico, non si perde mai di poterlo the consapevolezza di essere ancora più, e allora anche il passato, soprattutto in a disco è remember looking in part for what it was and in part to what might have been.

Santi Balmes The past of the universe opens with the image of an eternal return impacting on the crime scene sentimental. Alli whence solìamos grita is the return, ten years later, the benches above the industrial port of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bBalmes was going to cry with his girlfriend when they felt uneasy. Those cries are still felt, as well as those benches again retain all the verses of Heroes , who had recorded the dark and without thinking, "with a Chaval de las Faltas." Twelve and twelve songs polaroid later, the disc closes with 2009. Voy a break Las Ventanas, which is the realization that as time passed, it is useless to try to forget, because so much has not changed anything, it is still early to give up, because, as says a friend of mine from Pamplona, \u200b\u200bmelancholy is the happiness of being sad, and above all, compared to those years, we have never grown up, and we have not balanced (and hopefully, we will not ever). The last image is then the pair with the first appearance: they are no longer cries that cut the air, but stones that break windows, glass raining down, remember that back:

"Voy a break Las Ventanas

para que lluevan Cristales,

Fri break at Las Ventanas,

Ven a grita como antes,

Ven a break Las Ventanas

y hacer a chaos of art,

voy a break tus Ventanas

enter como el y voy a aire .. "

Ten years ago there were very specific windows that I wanted to break, to be able to enter as the air. Bedrooms clearly defined, with the carpet on the floor and vocabularies of greek and latin on the shelves. Worlds of freckles to explore. Without the visual force in the disk of Lesbian Love, I described my 1999 (that year!) in a book that could be called-will not be offended-Cortazar's "fantastic realism", because it tells a true story that actually never existed, or rather, perhaps a fictional story that in reality, for me, yes that had existed. What then, when someone tells a story, especially if their story is really so important to know if it really happened? There are always things that you can not tell, and others that it is better to add. The same Santi Balmes, responding to a completely different question, offers a reading on this Sincerità della issue. Siccome ha scritto i primi tre dischi in inglese e gli ultimi tre in inglese (the scelta di cantare Rinnegan in un'altra lingua che nessun errore eat a gruppo dovrebbe commettere) has ruolo che gli chiedono per lui il Catalan, di fatto la sua lingua vera mother

" Catalan is our mother tongue, is what we speak in the van. I learned to speak Castilian five years. The problem that I have with Catalan, it should perhaps be overcome, is that because my home language, I get more serious. With your mother did not talk about what you did Anoche ... I change the mucho cuando hablo en configuración psíquica a u otra lengua, es pasada a .

There are languages \u200b\u200bin which it is easier to talk about themselves, because they are not our language. There are stories in which it is easier to identify, why do not they talk about us. There are memories in which it is easier to recognize because they are not ours, but the ones we wanted to live. I told a friend that the girl which ten years ago I wanted to cry she got married last week. I told him that, then, last week has finally ended an era. That era began in 1999, which was to be the last year in the world and now I understand-but-for me, as for Santi Balmes, it was just the last year of a certain world, and now nothing remains except the certainty of having lived. Better so, if tomorrow come back, I would not know how to live it.

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not arrived vultures, because they too were dead

It is not uncommon nor lazy to stop and observe, from time to time, the small library or collection record or set of pictures on the walls of the room and wonder what binds together those names, those faces and those titles that, as he wrote the Mexican writer and philosopher (but born in Florence) Alejandro Rossi, for themselves are nothing more than "objetos sin historia, que nos de soledad Rodean. It is not uncommon nor free open dusty boxes full of items that you brought with them from a distant city and wonder what, beyond the individual objects, it was actually taken, and learned, in that other world, now slipped away like orange juice in his hands. It is not uncommon nor nostalgic to think of the carcasses were scattered in other countries, other lives, in its past and wonder what he thought when Antonio Luque in the inside page of his first record ( Sr. Chinarro ) wrote "no acudieron Buitres, pues también habìan muerto," and if he was right.

What is rare and, ultimately, useless, and give definite answers to these questions. Better, much better, let the anxiety trace-back, merely to accompany the steps as the hand-clapping accompanied by a flamenco Gaditano. Better, much better, leave that little by little confusing clues, and chance associations fleeting existential suggest our boundaries, drawing lines plausible, melancholic and without too many ambitions of the many things that have gone to his head and hands. Always Alejandro Rossi, in his Manual of missed distraìdo (publisher Anagrama, 1980), talking about how to deal with his own book, offers us a key to much more general, applicable not only to literature, but travel, meetings, to life itself: "Leela, you es posible, como yo escriba him: sin planes since pretensiones còsmicas, with love to Detalle. Moreover, to think that behind all that surrounds us must necessarily be a precise sense, that our intelligence is called upon to disarm, or face a terrible and helpless ignorance, is not a natural trait of any character, indeed, is more than legitimate to assign no deep meaning to their gestures and the interpretation of the gestures of others. However, where the latent unrest there, it forces us to question critically about every aspect of their lives, from the movie just seen on the silence of a girl far from the recipe salmorejo bench player apparently more talented team. This disease, of which Rossi-who left us just a few months ago-confessed happy victim ("Pero que Piensa que soy a person, it puedo jurar. Todo el día, desde que me despierto, think a actividad es que practico with desesperaciòn desgano y "), the same author expresses it through the reflections of Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, scientist, writer and philosopher of the eighteenth century German:

"One de los rasgos de mi carácter es Màs singulares ciertamente the supersticiòn extraño que me de llevar a extraer significaciòn a fall thing Un dia en y objetos en cien Transform oràculos otros tantos.

Scrolls underground therefore the recognition that objects and people that attract us and which we appropriate at different stages of life, it reflects on us, and their influence to help move towards a certain direction, which apparently seems to us you have chosen. Approach a certain style is no more, after so many thoughts, that the result of the collection of things and people we could find and, over time, left on the street, hoping to have found left and right. In this regard, he explained to his interviewer Julio Cortazar during a long episode of 1977 to fund , the legendary program of TVE in those years that opened the doors of the most influential television writers in English of this century, If one has things to say and not say in the way he feels the only way to tell, then it's like not having spoken or said them wrong. This is important to seek and find their own style, for immunization in the face of fear can not live all that interesting happens in the way you would want to live it, to dismiss the concern that raffiora when one realizes that it is not as happy as could be, and encourages others to start four books when what you are reading, in fact, is not to be so boring.

However, this eagerness to learn, to accumulate, to experience, both in the library as the bar is the only way to train their sensibilities, while accepting the premise from the beginning that life, warns Nacho Vegas punishment or nada , "es buscar part placer, y dolor a lobby", although between nothing and the pain is always preferable the second. Because if a few things we have at hand, others are with us as memories and many more are just carcasses, on which not even the circling vultures, because they too are dead. But all this serves to give us a style, which can not mutate and evolve to changing the world around us. Not surprisingly, ends with these words one of the many short chapters that make up Nocilla Dream , the astonishing debut novel, distinctly postmodern, which Agustín Fernández Mallo, physicist and poet Galician di spiccato Aspettando indie has pubblicato nel 2006:

" Hence the" I "consists of a scenario set in stone at birth and that we are assigned to the ultimately unsuccessful attempt to demonstrate ."

Non-case basis, perch Nocilla Dream, "Coraggio- pubblicato da Neri Pozza in Italy with Il sogno il titolo della Nutella (ovvero, l'inglese autarchica Nutella), a romanzo non è a ma insieme di stralci, iniziali soprattutto, di storie e storie vere Invent realtà e fantasia in cui spesso if intrecciano, permettendo a volte di loro i ricostruire before or to imagine their following, and sometimes not. That is, nothing but the same phenomenology of experience that happens in life. Captures well the spirit of this bizarre article Unit, according to which the reader "sees, lost amused suspicion that the world is not stable but the meanings of things that are given from time to time to the things ". And in fact, "it's really impossible to summarize The dream of Nocilla , because many stories that make sense only in Hull tells a group in which the story of the prostitute who is in a brothel on the edge of the Nevada desert, and that of the seller designs for sewers, and the man who builds Las Vegas is a monument, perhaps brilliant, perhaps incomprehensible to Borges, fit together just as stories torn, literally torn to pieces as to have a sense have to join to other pieces of life, other fragments of the world. "The conclusion is that Nocilla dream is "a desperate act of love and euphoria towards the landscape of shining ruins of post-modern, a place with no name yet but we already live without knowing it all".

The circle closes, because Fernandez Mallo, in concise biography that accompanies the lapel of his book, he is "fan de Sr. Chinarro" as I am. Indeed, in a maggio dello scorso articolo dal Quotidiano Dedicato ai Público "Musicisti scrivono che come poeti" , what ritiene the autore stesso che riguardo, sebbene if Possano will save Frammenti di varie canzoni, non manca qualche esempio di canzone che può considerarsi interest eats' authentic poetry: "not many, but a song that I think it works all of it as a poem is Dawn Escapes, Sr. Chinarro" proseguendo poi che l'articolo "curiously, almost all respondents have mentioned poets Antonio Luque, the real name of Mr. Chinarro, as one of the songwriters-some call it leading poet today. " Il Cerchio if CHIUDE, perch Escapa amanecer , one of the lesser known songs and more painful to Mr. Chinarro and at the same time, one of my favorites, just happened is part of their first album of the group of Antonio Luque, one of the "vultures did not arrive, because they too were dead. " I thought many times about what this phrase means, by observing the sun-scorched cactus pictured on the cover of the album, listening to the story "ripped" the niño calamar , and fortunately I have not yet understood.

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Beba creates (mainly scrap)
Bonacins Silvia (cross stitch, polymer clay, etc.).
Blond damage Danny (cross stitch)
Brode and Co (tutorial!! for cartonnage, boxes, etc.)
Blackbird design (blog of the same name designer cross stitch)
Blog in crosses (cross stitch)
beading freebies (cross stitch, free embroidery patterns from the blog portecipanti)
Bugs and Fishes by Lupin (felt, tutorial, etc.) UK

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Freewheeling Marzia (cross stitch, free patterns and tutorials collected)
the foot of the carob tree (cross-stitch, scrap, etc.).
All in a blog Laura (cross-stitch, scrap)
Harmony Mo (cross-stitch, sewing, creative)
A scrap all (scraps, creative sewing)
Alessia scrap & craft (scrap & craft)
An Italian Scot's Stitching Journal (cross stitch) UK
AngelSan creation (cross stitch, knit, etc.) UK
Anita's Stitching (cross stitch) TEXAS
Aurelle (cross stitch patterns free) FRANCE
Ancsanaplò (cross-stitch, knitting, patterns free ) HUNGARY (I think)
The magic basket (cross stitch, crochet, sewing)
Au \u200b\u200bplaisir des croix (cross stitch) FRANCE
A Girl as Mad as Birds (prunto cross patterns Free) UK

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Fatagatta and his world (cross-stitch, quilt)
Freebie gallery (cross stitch)
Fairy door (polymer clay)
colored wires (cross-stitch, sewing)
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Echevette (cross stitch, free patterns)
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De todo a little Alma Veronica (cross stitch, sewing)
sleep debt (cross stitch)
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Denise's room (sewing, embroidery)
Around the corner from Enza (cross stitch, sewing)
a cross in cross (cross stitch)
Decoration station (cross stitch)
Dalmatian & the black cat (point Cross, sewing)
From the heart to the hands (cross-stitch, recipes)

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Chiarina
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With needle and thread (cross stitch)
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Crocettevolissimevolmente (cross stitch, sewing, knitting)
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Cydonia stitch (cross stitch, sewing)
Chiara's loft (scraps, cross stitch)
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Celestyal (cross stitch)
Cris Cross Corner (cross stitch) UK
Create with your heart (sewing, cross stitch)
Chez Elisa (cross stitch) FRANCE
Crocette and nutella (cross stitch, sewing)
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Crocette Croatia (cross stitch, sewing)
Centocoseiniziate (scrap)
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Country painting fantasy (country painting, creative sewing, stitchery, etc.)
Charter and stones (Painted stones, scraps and sewing)
Cargaud the DIY (point Corcho, free patterns) FRANCE
Crocettinaricamina (cross stitch)
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The hobby Monyka (cross stitch, sewing)
Gingerbread house (Sewing, country painting, embroidery, etc.)
Cats and crosses (cross-stitch, sewing )
Gazette 94 (cross stitch, sewing, free patterns) FRANCE
Gigi online ( cross stitch patterns free) FRANCE
Guazzcrocette (cross stitch)
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Heaven Prague (cross-stitch, decorating)
The garden of dreams (cross-stitch, sewing, polymer clay, etc.)
My World Lory (cross-stitch, decorating, sewing, etc.).
world Phil (cross stitch)
The world according to me Marica (cross stitch)
my world cross (cross stitch)
Island patience Mara (cross stitch, beads)
The spider in the Moon Rosy (scrap)
The cauldron of Romy (cross stitch, polymer clay, creative sewing, etc.)
My World ... spreaders (cross stitch, sewing)
Irossi (cross stitch)
wire enchanted (cross stitch)
Our sunflower (cross stitch)
I Monica buttons (polymer clay)
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My drawer of dreams (cross stitch)
The blog of yellow gerbera (cross stitch)
Time Regained (cross stitch, crochet, sewing, etc.)
The miracle of the wires (cross-stitch, sewing, and everything is done with wires)
My piccipocci (cross stitch)
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The basket of the wonders (tutorial)
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