Rambo, Bond, Segal, Bourne or Arnie – Who Would You Want On Your Side When A Melee Breaks Out?

 John Rambo

Like was said by his handler - Colonel Trautman in the movie, Rambo First Blood Part One to police officer Teasel: “You don't seem to want to accept the fact you're dealing with an expert in guerrilla warfare, with a man who's the best, with guns, with knives, with his bare hands. A man who's been trained to ignore pain, ignore weather, to live off the land, to eat things that would make a billy goat puke. In Vietnam his job was to dispose of enemy personnel. To kill! Period! Win by attrition. Well Rambo was the best.”Another one: “What you choose to call hell, he calls home.”

In terms of getting the job done, Rambo would be my wing-man. He does not ask questions nor is he blindsided by women and alcohol. Rambo is a loner. He has no friends, no family and his only interest is in finding comfort in the jungles and living off the wild. Rambo’s, level of education is questionable and it is very likely that he does not even have an O Level.  

However, his weakness is that he is too emotional and has a tendency to be a cry baby. When he snaps, he becomes a serious liability and there is no telling what will do especially when he feels he has been double crossed. This trait was truly shown in the Rambo movies trilogy.  

James Bond

Bond is suave, smart, sassy and very sexist. If Bond was thrown into the environs that Rambo lives in, he wouldn’t last. He can’t live off the wild like Rambo can. Bond is a city man - the high class living of fancy restaurants, fast cars, gambling, expensive tuxedos, gadgets and foxy women. Bond went to Cambridge University so obviously he is smart and a man of reason. Bond takes his drinking seriously and it has to be exact like in the movie Goldfinger when he exclaimed: “My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit.” His preferred style of accommodation is a suite at the Ritz Carlton hotel or Warldof Astoria.

While Bond always gets the job done, his arena of operations is in places like New York, London, Paris or exotic locations like Thailand and tackling a villain who is sophisticated and has the same acumen as he does.

If Bond were to meet Rambo, he would most likely ask him to go and take a shower, get a haircut, buy him a suit and have somebody teach him table manners.

But take him (Bond) to Ukraine, Somalia, to Nigeria to take on Boko Haram or to Afghanistan to battle against ISIS, he would be out of his depth – fancy gadgets or not. In fact, if you threw Bond into one of those hotspots, he would most likely stand out like a sore thumb - turning up to fight the enemy all dressed up in a tux and sporting a Rolex watch.

His weakness - though it has never affected his judgement in getting the job done, is women. He is seemingly unable to get the job done without having a fling with them. Bond is not out for love or romance. It is just about sex - Period. Unlike Rambo, Bond does not have any emotional hang-up’s. I would have Bond on myside but only if the battle was being fought in London, New York or Paris.

One reason why Bond is still alive today is that the villains he gets entangled with, rather than killing him off quickly as the movie draws to a close, they go on a blabbering spree of how their scheme to dominate the world was going to work thus giving Bond the upper hand.  

Steven Segal

Segal is cocky and streetwise which, is inherent of most Italian-Americans from Queens. Segal is defiant of authority, causing as much destruction to city property and revels in breaking limbs. He is a walking time bomb all about engaging in a fight and asking questions later. He goes looking for a fight even when the fight is unnecessary. He seemingly revels in showing off his karate skills unlike Rambo or Bond who prefer a quick kill or quick end to the fight.

Although Segal did go to college, he likes to think that he is a suave man, but he is not. He is no Bond and while he does get the ladies, they don’t compare to those that Bond gets. I see him as a liability.

Jason Bourne

Jason is still a kid, almost like he completed his A-Levels just the other day. Despite his almost teen appearance, he is very enterprising, skilful and knows what he is doing. He is never settled though. He is always on the move and peering over his shoulder like a man on the run. He has no friends, nor shows any interest in women and alcohol but in just getting the job done. Like Rambo, he is not a man of many words and does not go looking for trouble like Segal does. He is methodical in his approach to his craft and you can literally see the ‘wheels’ turning in his brain as he figures out what to do next.

But like Rambo, Bourne too, is beleaguered with emotional problems that stem back to how he was recruited into the agency (CIA), the death of his father and finding out who he really is. He often questions himself and has constant flashbacks to his past which, sometimes impairs his judgement.

Bourne doesn’t trust anyone but himself and never calls on others for help. From start to finish, he works alone, never revealing his plans. Like Bond, Bourne is contented in working in large cities where his skills are accommodated.

Arnold Schwarzenegger

Just to give you an idea of what we are dealing with here, take a look at some of his quotes.

l “What is the best in life? To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women!”

l “I eat Green Berets for breakfast and right now I am very hungry!”

l “Not many people understand what a pump (action shotgun) is. It must be experienced to be understood. It is the greatest feeling that I get. I search for this pump because it means that my muscles will grow when I get it. I get a pump when the blood is running into my muscles. They become really tight with blood.”

When a man speaks like that, need I say any more except that he is on the team? 

Were You One Of The Untouchables Arrested In The Bar During Curfew?

This story wouldn’t have been written had I minded my own business and just drank my Castle Lite from a deadbeat kafunda while, watching Boda Chaps fighting over a game of Ludo. The story as told by the three chaps on the table behind me and onto whose conversation I was eavesdropping on, unfolded near Kiira Police Station when Covid curfew was still at 7:00pm.The names that constantly sprung up in the narration included James, Timothy, George, Sarah, Peter, Jude and Fred amongst others and the story goes along these lines.

Defiant - We Shall Drink

Despite the curfew, this group felt the need to drink. Nothing wrong with that except, they did not respect the 7:00pm curfew time. Often they would drink at that particular bar till 9:00pm and then head off to another location until the wee hours of the morning. What is very interesting, is that the bar they drank from was almost opposite a police post. “We have immunity so the group would brag. We even have many important people’s telephone numbers on speed dial so what will Fat Cop at the police post do? Arrest us? I think not.”

And of course once 7:00pm hit and the LDUs put the spikes across the road, in the bar, it was business as usual. Now and again the cops and LDU’s would walk in to use the washrooms, but none of the group would stir let alone give them a curiosity glance. They simply quaffed their beer, made noise and made merry. The cops and LDUs would simply looked on at this level of defiance and dubbed them ‘The Untouchables.’

Life was good for The Untouchables until a cop who had a good number of ‘stones’ on his epaulets turned up at the police post. While going about his duties, he looked across the road and asked why so many cars were still parked and why there were people still drinking when it was curfew and when all bars had been closed down.

Busted

By this time I had pushed my chair right back to hear what happened next that I had practically joined their table.

The first hint that something was amiss came from Fred and Sarah who noticed two LDUs skulking in the carpark. One went straight for the toilets, the other to the parked rides. By the time any of The Untouchables could react, they had been surrounded.

This is Uganda and as happens in Uganda, money is the solution to all problems. James (I wish I knew who he was) started and his tale was almost comical. Mbu, he kept on standing up and saying: “Affande can I salute you?” And Affande kept on retorting: “No you can’t salute me because you are not in uniform so sit down.” But James didn’t give up. “But affande, I am saluting you for the good work you are doing.” When he realized he was getting nowhere, he sat down all disconsolate.

Arrested for Drinking During Curfew

Then Jude tried his luck by going technical as did Peter but still, affande was no having any of it. The others – Timothy, George, Sarah and Fred so the story goes, kept quiet and carried on drinking while contemplating spending the night at the police post.

After back and forth arguments, The Untouchables were rounded up and whisked off to the police post where statements were recorded and a bible lecture given by affande. At one point so the story goes, affande points at Timothy and goes: “Even you jajja, you are out drinking? But wait, I know you from somewhere”, to which ‘jajja’ replied, “I also know where you live.”  

  

House Party Arrest

In all this mix, somebody called Alan to see if he could bail the group out. And when Alan turned up, he turned up with a swag that even the IGP himself would have been envious of. “What’s going on here” he barked with an air self-aloofness. When he realized that even he Alan, with all his supposed connections, would not get affande to change his tune and that The Untouchables are all under arrest he slithered out with a bruised ego.

To cut a long story short, The Untouchables were released shortly after midnight, told to get their cars and go home. That is what most of them did. Others sat back to finish off their drinks and even had the audacity to go to another place and do more drinking.

As I wind up, if anybody who lives in Kiira knows this group, drop me an email to tbukumunhe@gmail.com. A crate of beer awaits you.

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Does Breakfast Increase Your Worker's Productivity? No, It Doesn’t!

Along with old classics like ‘carrots give you night vision’ one of the most well-worn phrases in the arsenal of tired parents is that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Many of us grow up believing that skipping breakfast is a dietary travesty.  

The clue for why breakfast is supposed to be important is in its name: we are advised to eat it to break our overnight fast. “The body uses a lot of energy stores for growth and repair through the night,” explains dietician Sarah Elder. “Eating a balanced breakfast helps to up our energy, as well as protein and calcium used throughout the night.”

 

Will He Be More Effective Now That He's Eaten?

Health benefits aside, does breakfast increase productivity at work? No, it doesn’t. In the 70s mum’s and dad’s didn’t have to wake up in the dead of the night to have breakfast in order to get into work on time for then, there no morning traffic rush.

Because of the traffic rush that we experience today, most people don’t have breakfast at home as they have to be on the road as early as 5:00am to drop off the kids at school then, rush to get to work for the start time of 8:30am.

So breakfast is eaten at work. In just about every office in Uganda, there is always a woman who pops by selling bread, mandazi, chapatti or samosas. If it’s not a woman popping by, then Tea Girl, to supplement her income always has breakfast for sale in the pantry.

One thing about Ugandan’s – well at least in my observations, is that without breakfast, they are unable to function. When they get to work, their thoughts are not on that all too important e-mail they should have responded to the day before or the notes they have to arrange for the 9:00am meeting. Their thoughts are firmly fixed on breakfast.

 

Fighting For That Last Slice Of Meat Does Not Increase Productivity

When they arrive at work with no passion, they hit the biometric, dump their bags on the desk and head straight for the kitchen or back out to look for breakfast.  There is no turning on the computer to see if there is anything urgent that requires immediate attention. In the kitchen they huddle and watch Tea Girl as she boils the water and milk – their oversized mugs placed neatly in a line waiting to be filled.

From a full mug of extremely milky tea, it’s deciding what to eat. “How many slices of bread should I have” so they ponder. “It’s Tuesday so I will have four slices of bread, three samosas, two chapatis and oba two kindazi’s for saawa nya.” Though they’ve been served, they won’t leave the kitchen. The men have to analyze last night’s football results and whether Jorgen Klop’s Liverpool will win the Premiership. The ladies on the other hand, have to admire their colleagues’ new hairstyle – how long it took to do, which salon they went to and their own experiences at a particular salon. If it’s not a hair discussion, then it’s about the maid, how their child is teething or the increase in the price of beans.

 

Even The Women Eat As Much As The Men

Just after 9:00am, out of the kitchen they slither, over-sized mug that’s filled to the brim in one hand and spilling over that it leaves a trail from kitchen to desk. In the other hand they have a serviette laden with     four slices of bread, three samosas, two chapatis and two kindazi’s for saawa nya.

Computers turned on, it’s not e-mails that they check first. For the men, it straight to a football related website while the women, it’s to Facebook to update their status. Remember, they have a new hairstyle they want the rest of the world to see.

Oh, they also need 45 minutes to eat breakfast before they can start work.

Please Respect My Space!

People, please respect my space!

It was in the core of the evening rush hour on Jinja Road and nobody was going anywhere – not even the boda’s who are usually able to weave in and out of traffic or the Toyota Land Cruiser’s with tinted window carrying some self-elevated politician who thinks his driver is entitled to break every single road traffic law to get him home with the minimal amount of fuss.

After more than an hour of idling, the traffic started to move – half-a-car’s length before it came to a halt. I saw no point of turning over the engine just to move less than half a car’s length. Minutes later, the ride behind me hooted. Looking in the rear view mirror, I took it that the driver of the Mitsubishi had hit his horn in error while trying to keep himself busy in the jam. Next, he flashed headlights. Then the hooting became relentless as did the flashing of headlights.

If We All Made One Line, Traffic Would Move Much Faster

It was easy to work out where he was going with the flashing and hooting. He wanted me to edge up right to the bumper of the car in front of me. And before knew it, I was out of my ride and stomping up to his. He sensed trouble and quickly tried to raise the window only to realize he had turned the engine off. By the time he got the engine going I already had my head through the window and was berating him. He duly apologized saying that he was only wondering why I wasn’t moving forward yet, the car ahead of me had moved. Really!

This does not only happen in traffic jams. It happens at the ATM, the supermarket checkout lines and just about anywhere that necessitates queuing up.

When You See Me At The ATM, Don't Que Up Right Behind My Back 

I had given the person in front of me ample room to do her ATM withdrawal with some privacy. When the guy behind me turned up, he was literally on my back – way closer than a coat of Sadolin paint on a wall. He was breathing heavy down my neck that I had to turn round, push and scold: “With all the space there is, why do you want to rub up next to me?” Perplexed, he stepped back but not far enough because I could still feel him breathing down my neck. He was also aggressively looking over my shoulder because he could see space between me and the woman at the ATM. In his mind, he figured it was wasted space that five people+ could squeeze into.     

Everything at the checkout counter was orderly, but as soon as Dude took his place two places behind me, everything went south. Lady-In-Front-Of-Me was still offloading the contents of her basket onto the checkout counter when I noticed Dude stealthy edging Chap behind me out of the line and offloading his purchases. Coughing politely to alert him that I was next to be served and there was also Chap behind me, he said: “Oh don’t mind me, I’m just putting my stuff in the corner.” I let it slide but braced for the pending confrontation.

Even At The Check Out Till, There Is Always Someone Who Wants To Jump The Line

Once Teller had picked and scanned the last item of Lady-In-Front Of Me, Dude quickly invaded the space, pushed his purchases forward whilst in every possible way trying to feign ignorance that there were two people ahead of him. Obviously, I lashed out.

“Jeez man, are you blind and being funny or you are being an idiot too?” He was startled but with a most arrogant demeanor said: “It looked like you didn’t want to be served because you weren’t putting your things on the counter.” I ought to have slapped him into the oblivions of Kitgum but instead made do with a couple of tumbavu’s.      

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Women's Day - No Longer For All Women But Just The High Flyers?

From time in memorial, Women’s Day in Uganda – especially in the media, is celebrated in the same way. Four or so pages of inspirational stories about successful businesswomen or women who have made it in life. The women profiled, are the same year after year – Morine Wavamunno, Theresa Mbire, Flavia Tumusiime, Sylvia Nagginda, Jyostna Ruparelia, Camille Aliker, Allen Kagina, Janet Museveni, Doris Akol and so forth.

Her Title Aside, Has Sylvia Nagginda Been An Inspiration To The Muganda Woman? 

The women profiled, are the same year after year – Morine Wavamunno, Theresa Mbire, Flavia Tumusiime, Sylvia Nagginda, Jyostna Ruparelia, Camille Aliker, Allen Kagina, Janet Museveni, Doris Akol and so forth.

The New Ladies On The Block - Irene Ssewankambo and Anne Juuko

However today, two new names join the list of illustrious women – Ann Juuko who, was recently appointed Chief Executive for Stanbic Bank and Irene Kaggwa at the helm of Uganda Communications Commission. Congratulations ladies!

While it is significant to celebrate major achievements of the Ugandan woman and those round the world, those successes and the women who stand behind them seem a million miles away from most women and their realities.

The story of the successful businesswoman sadly, is not a common one in Uganda. Women I think, buy magazines like Flair and Bride and Groom because they like to hear successful stories that helps them forget about the more familiar stories, which are not as exciting and glamorous as those of their friends or colleagues.  

 

Bride and Groom

However, less exciting stories should not be relegated like the no story – the story of ‘not much worth mentioning’ – at least according to International Women’s Day standards or ours. They toil, but never get noticed. They sweat, but still don’t get seen or valued. In many ways, these women resemble the high-achieving woman, but somehow, don’t quite make it - at least not to the top.

What about the ‘undesirable women’ – like Bad Black, Stella Nyanzi, Full Figure, Ingrid Turinawe and Betty Nambooze for example who society punishes in different ways for failing to be anything like the high-achievers we laud today. 

Are Women Punishing Bad Black For Not Being A High Achiever?

This story is of the pain, frustration, disappointment, marginalization and alienation of women who happen not to have gone to elitist schools like Gayaza or Namagunga, don’t have feminine features or figures or bared their breasts in the quest for justice. It’s a story that needs to be voiced, but who wants to really know about it?

And there are worse stories of women who never make it in the workplace or are booted out as soon as people notice that they are different. We are talking about the same group of women here – those who may tick more than one of the different boxes – but it may also simply be women who look ‘too old’, ‘too young’, ‘too fat’ or ‘too ugly’ - in other words, women who fail to look or dress the part. Women’s Day should be a jollity of women, but every year it becomes a celebration restricted to women who can showcase significant accomplishments.

Does Not Having The Looks Play A Role In A Woman's Ability To Do The Job  

As pointed out earlier, most Ugandan women will never make it into Bride and Groom or Flair magazine’s Women’s Day celebrity list. They may have jobs but, they still won’t make the list.

What Merits Getting On To The Cover Of Flair?

Truth is that their contributions, however small or large, are often overlooked and many will be passed over for promotion simply because they don’t come from the right tribe - if you get my drift.

This year, women – and I guess we men too, should ignore the awards ceremonies, the top-women-achiever charts and the rest and instead salute the women we meet every day at work or on the way to work like the frail old women KCCA employs to sweep the dust off the streets in Namuwongo. The traffic police women whom we all chose to ignore and hurl insults at.

 

Are These The Ladies Women's Day Should Really Be About?

Let’s also use Women’s Day to remind Ugandan’s and everyone else who the Ugandan woman is, why she is so brilliant and why they should neither be disregarded or snubbed, no matter how ordinary, or different, or what tribe they may be. 

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Is Namagunga Primary and Boarding School Simply Milking Parents Dry?

Hard to believe I know, but when I was much younger, I regularly used to go to church. All Saint’s was my chosen church – not because it was easy to get to or that the person at the pulpit gave the most amazing sermons. Then – the late 70s and 80s, it was said that all the ‘well brought’ up girls who supposedly went to the good and prim schools like Gayaza and Namagunga and came from the ‘right and proper families’ prayed at All Saints. Except, when we grew up, we found out that those ‘well brought up girls’ were not at all well brought up, but girls who had been rather risqué in their teens.

All Saints Church, Nakasero

In my five or six years as a regular at All Saints, I had difficulty coming to terms with giving offertory. If that was not bad enough, there was also the need to part with money for the building fund. Of the money that my parents gave me for offertory and building fund, one weekend I would support the building fund. The following week I would give offertory. The third weekend I gave nothing and the last weekend I would split the offertory in half – half went to the building fund and the other half to offertory. And I would pocket the entire building fund.

Since my time at All Saint’s, I have failed to see where all my contributions to the building fund have gone. The pews that they use today, I am sure are the same pews I used sit on as a teen back in the 70s and 80s. To the best of my knowledge, the only development I have seen at All Saints in the past 30 years plus are, a coat of paint because a member of the first family was getting married, a number of wall-mounted speakers, some plastic chairs and a tent just off the main entrance. As for the nursery school, that has hardly changed at all.

Days ago, I chanced upon a letter from one of the great Ugandan traditional schools – Namagunga Primary School, to a parent and congratulating them on their daughter being accepted and for her to report to school on Saturday 4^th February but, only after meeting the school requirements.

Has Namagunga Lost Interest In Education And Is Just A Cash Cow?

The requirements that Parent has to meet before Daughter is admitted are laid bare – almost like a receipt Teller gives you at Shoprite after you have done the weekly shopping – except that at the end of Namagunga’s ‘receipt’ which bears 19 requirements, there is no TIN or VAT number but, an email address – namagungapbs@yahoo.com.

In today’s world, who still has a yahoo e-mail account? Secondly, a school of Namagunga’s status should have by now have an e-mail address that reads: namagungapb@administration.co.ug – if they want to come off as looking professional and whose vision it is to “produce a holistic citizen through quality education.”

Getting back to the list of requirements, it reads something along these lines.

• School fees at sh1,165,000 is straightforward enough. 
• There is sh350,000 for Development Fee. What is that? 
• 50k for Foundation Body Fee. Again, what is that? 
• 100k for Swimming Pool. What does this mean? They want to build a pool or…. 
• And what’s all this nonsense of Class Requirements at 50k? What exactly are those requirements?
• There is a ream of paper at 20k, bucket at 20k, club fee at 10k and the list goes on and on and on.

The Circular That Namagunga Sends Parents 

With all these ‘demands’ placed on Parent, it very conceivable that this list of requirements before admission will get longer each term. What will they ask for next – kitchen utensils at 150k? Fuel for school bus at 200K? or perhaps 200k for airtime and WhatsApp data for Headmistress? 

 

Letter To New Vision From An Irate Parent

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M7s Galamba To Birembo Trek - The Exclusive Inside Story

Does anybody remember the line from the 1994 movie – Forest Gump, when Jenny Curran (Robin Wright) shouts out to Forest: “Run Forest, Run?” Closer to home, The Man In A Hat, decided to pull off that scene though nobody shouted out: “Run The Man In A Hat, Run.” A few weeks ago, The Man In A Hat spent a week wandering from some place called Galamba down to Birembo. According to those in the know, he was reliving the trek he did during the height of his bush war struggles in the 80s which, culminated in him seizing power on this day – 34 years ago.

The Man In A Hat In A Cream AIRFLOW Hat

But the trek is not the crux of this Sunday’s ramble. One thing about The Man In A Hat, is that fashion bores him. It’s not his forte even though, his daughter – Natasha is a fashion designer and who I am told is in charge of his wardrobe at State House. He is more comfortable in army fatigues and un-tucked shirts than he is in an Egyptian cotton shirt or a fine tailored Italian suit. And when it comes to hats, I’ve never seen him in a baseball cap with say ‘NY’ on it, but he has three favorites. A faded green beret, a green army hat with flaps that cover his ears and a cream AIRFLOW hat. For the trek, he opted for the green army hat with flaps that cover his ears. 

M7 Just Loves The Hat With Ear Flaps

Has Anybody Ever Seen M7 In A Baseball Cap?

The Beret - Another Favourite Of M7

When it comes to shoes he is not particular. He doesn’t wear fashionable shoes like Dr Martin Aliker’s and procured from Jermyn Street in London - a street that holds court to stylish and classic bespoke shoe makers like Crockett and Jones, Russel and Bromley or Barker Shoes. Rather, his are nerdy and probably stitched by some 18-year-old Bata trainee with glasses as thick as a magnifying glass. He’s into boots – army boots at that, and he has two that he likes best – canvas and almost knee high if not, black leather ones. But it’s the leather boots that he likes most though for the trek, he opted for the canvas boots. 

M7 Seemingly Can't Do Without The Green Canvas Boots

However, and like one of my close friends – JLM always tells me, sometimes there is ‘need to confuse the enemy’ and he did just that for on two occasions during the trek, he wore and wait for it, wait for it, sneakers! They were black with white soles and while I tried to zoom into the picture to see what brand they were – Jordan’s, Nike, Reebok or Adidas, it was hard to tell.

Did M7 Wear Adidas Sneakers For The Trek? 

Assuming the sneakers were Adidas, the nearest Adidas store to State House Nakasero is on Kampala Road opposite Post Office and I am sure he doesn’t know that nor has he heard of the brand either. He most probably told Aide to get walking shoes and in this case, Aide must have picked up Chinese ones as all army gear and boots are seemingly supplied by them.

M7 Needs Some Footwear Swagg

The most important factor about the trek, was that – as if following in the peripherals of his security detail, the bazzukulu and those who jumped on the bandwagon for ‘just’, was an unmarked bullion van that hoarded countless numbers of brown envelopes filled with cash. As is the norm, whenever The Man In A Hat travels, he travels with wads of cash.

Is M7 The CEO of Bank of Brown Envelope?

What I can’t figure out, is who at State House decides how much goes into each envelope. I assume there must be a minimum – probably 500k? But wait up. Whenever he puts his arm out for an envelope, and he sees me, I swear he whispers to Aide: “Hmm, that muleebesi TB again. If I have to give him an envelope, make sure you give me the 20k envelope.”

M7, so you know, I can lip read whatever you tell Aide about me.


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