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// This is a part of the Microsoft Foundation Classes C++ library.
// Copyright (C) Microsoft Corporation
// All rights reserved.
//
// This source code is only intended as a supplement to the
// Microsoft Foundation Classes Reference and related
// electronic documentation provided with the library.
// See these sources for detailed information regarding the
// Microsoft Foundation Classes product.

#pragma once

#include "afxcontrolbarutil.h"
#include "afxbasepane.h"
#include "afxrecentdocksiteinfo.h"
#include "afxdragframeimpl.h"

#ifdef _AFX_PACKING
#pragma pack(push, _AFX_PACKING)
#endif

#ifdef _AFX_MINREBUILD
#pragma component(minrebuild, off)
#endif

#pragma warning( disable : 4100 34 )

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
// CPane window

class CDockSite;
class CFrameWndEx;
class CDockingPanesRow;
class CPaneFrameWnd;
class CDockingManager;

// CS - change state status
typedef enum AFX_CS_STATUS
{
	CS_NOTHING,
	CS_DOCK_IMMEDIATELY,
	CS_DELAY_DOCK,
	CS_DELAY_DOCK_TO_TAB
};

static const DWORD AFX_DEFAULT_PANE_STYLE = AFX_CBRS_FLOAT | AFX_CBRS_CLOSE;
static const int AFX_DEFAULT_TOOLBAR_STYLE = (WS_CHILD | WS_VISIBLE | CBRS_TOP | CBRS_GRIPPER | CBRS_HIDE_INPLACE);

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
// CPane window

class CPane : public CBasePane
{
	friend class CPaneFrameWnd;
	friend class CMultiPaneFrameWnd;

	DECLARE_DYNCREATE(CPane)

// Construction
protected:
	CPane();

// Attributes
public:

	virtual BOOL CanBeDocked(CBasePane* pDockBar) const;
	virtual BOOL IsResizable() const { return FALSE; }
	virtual BOOL IsDragMode() const { return m_bDragMode; }
	virtual void GetMinSize(CSize& size) const { size = m_sizeMin; }

	AFX_IMPORT_DATA static BOOL m_bHandleMinSize;

	void SetMinSize(const CSize& size) { m_sizeMin = size; }
	virtual int GetMinLength() const { return IsHorizontal() ? 10 : 10; }
	virtual int GetResizeStep() const { return -1; }

	CPoint GetHotSpot() const { return m_dragFrameImpl.m_ptHot; }
	CPoint GetClientHotSpot() const { return m_ptClientHotSpot; }
	void SetClientHotSpot(const CPoint& ptNew) { m_ptClientHotSpot = ptNew; }

	virtual BOOL IsInFloatingMultiPaneFrameWnd() const { return FALSE; }

	virtual int GetAvailableExpandSize() const;
	virtual int GetAvailableStretchSize() const;

	virtual BOOL DoesAllowSiblingBars() const { return !m_bExclusiveRow; }

	bool IsLeftOf(CRect rect, bool bWindowRect = true) const;
	bool IsLastPaneOnLastRow() const;

	virtual BOOL IsTabbed() const;
	virtual void CopyState(CPane* pOrgBar);

	virtual BOOL AllowShowOnPaneMenu() const { return TRUE; }
	virtual void GetPaneName(CString& strName) const;

	CDockingPanesRow* GetDockSiteRow() const { return m_pDockBarRow; }
	void GetDockSiteRow(CDockingPanesRow* pRow) { m_pDockBarRow = pRow; }

	void GetVirtualRect(CRect& rectVirtual) const;
	void SetVirtualRect(const CRect& rect, BOOL bMapToParent = TRUE);
	void UpdateVirtualRect();
	void UpdateVirtualRect(CPoint ptOffset);
	void UpdateVirtualRect(CSize sizeNew);

	bool m_bDisableMove;
	BOOL m_bFirstInGroup;
	BOOL m_bLastInGroup;
	BOOL m_bActiveInGroup;

	virtual void SetActiveInGroup(BOOL bActive);

	virtual void SetExclusiveRowMode(BOOL bExclusive = TRUE) { m_bExclusiveRow = bExclusive; }
	virtual BOOL GetExclusiveRowMode() const { return m_bExclusiveRow; }

// Operations
public:
	virtual void PrepareToDock(CDockSite* pDockBar, AFX_DOCK_METHOD dockMethod);
	virtual BOOL DockPane(CBasePane* pDockBar, LPCRECT lpRect, AFX_DOCK_METHOD dockMethod);
	virtual BOOL DockByMouse(CBasePane* pDockBar);
	virtual BOOL DockToFrameWindow(DWORD dwAlignment, LPCRECT lpRect = NULL, DWORD dwDockFlags = DT_DOCK_LAST,
		CBasePane* pRelativeBar = NULL, int nRelativeIndex = -1, BOOL bOuterEdge = FALSE)
	{
		return FALSE;
	}

	virtual BOOL FloatPane(CRect rectFloat, AFX_DOCK_METHOD dockMethod = DM_UNKNOWN, bool bShow = true);
	virtual CSize CalcSize(BOOL bVertDock) {return CSize(0, 0);}

	BOOL MoveByAlignment(DWORD dwAlignment, int nOffset);
	virtual CSize MovePane(CRect rectNew, BOOL bForceMove, HDWP& hdwp);
	virtual int  StretchPaneDeferWndPos(int nStretchSize, HDWP& hdwp);

	virtual CPane* DockPaneStandard(BOOL& bWasDocked)
	{
		bWasDocked = FALSE;
		return this;
	}
	virtual AFX_CS_STATUS IsChangeState(int nOffset, CBasePane** ppTargetBar) const;

	virtual CPaneFrameWnd* CreateDefaultMiniframe(CRect rectInitial);

	virtual BOOL LoadState(LPCTSTR lpszProfileName = NULL, int nIndex = -1, UINT uiID = (UINT) -1);
	virtual BOOL SaveState(LPCTSTR lpszProfileName = NULL, int nIndex = -1, UINT uiID = (UINT) -1);

	virtual void SetDockState(CDockingManager* pDockManager);
	virtual void OnProcessDblClk();

	virtual BOOL OnBeforeFloat(CRect& rectFloat, AFX_DOCK_METHOD dockMethod);
	virtual void OnAfterFloat();

	virtual void UndockPane(BOOL bDelay = FALSE);

// Overrides
public:
	virtual BOOL Create(LPCTSTR lpszClassName, DWORD dwStyle, const RECT& rect, CWnd* pParentWnd, UINT nID, DWORD dwControlBarStyle = AFX_DEFAULT_PANE_STYLE, CCreateContext* pContext = NULL);
	virtual BOOL CreateEx(DWORD dwStyleEx, LPCTSTR lpszClassName, DWORD dwStyle, const RECT& rect, CWnd* pParentWnd, UINT nID, DWORD dwControlBarStyle = AFX_DEFAULT_PANE_STYLE, CCreateContext* pContext = NULL);

	virtual void OnBeforeChangeParent(CWnd* pWndNewParent, BOOL bDelay = FALSE);
	virtual void OnAfterChangeParent(CWnd* pWndOldParent);

	virtual void RecalcLayout();
	virtual CSize CalcAvailableSize(CRect rectRequired);

	void SetMiniFrameRTC(CRuntimeClass* pClass)	{m_pMiniFrameRTC = pClass;}

	virtual void AdjustSizeImmediate(BOOL bRecalcLayout = TRUE);

	virtual void ToggleAutoHide()	{}
	virtual void OnPressCloseButton();

	virtual BOOL CanBeTabbedDocument() const;
	virtual void ConvertToTabbedDocument(BOOL bActiveTabOnly = TRUE);

public:
	virtual BOOL OnShowControlBarMenu(CPoint point);

protected:
	virtual BOOL OnBeforeShowPaneMenu(CMenu& /*menu*/) { return TRUE; }
	virtual BOOL OnAfterShowPaneMenu(int nMenuResult) { return TRUE; }

	virtual void OnContinueMoving();
	virtual void OnDrawDragRect(LPCRECT /*lprectNew*/, LPCRECT /*lprectOld*/) {}

	virtual BOOL OnBeforeDock(CBasePane** ppDockBar, LPCRECT lpRect, AFX_DOCK_METHOD dockMethod);
	virtual void OnAfterDock(CBasePane* /*pBar*/, LPCRECT /*lpRect*/, AFX_DOCK_METHOD /*dockMethod*/) {}

	virtual void OnBeforeStretch(int& /*nStretchSize*/) {}
	virtual void OnAfterStretch(int /*nStretchSize*/) {}

	virtual void RemoveFromMiniframe(CWnd* pNewParent, AFX_DOCK_METHOD dockMethod);
	virtual void SetDragMode(BOOL bOnOff);

	virtual BOOL Dock(CBasePane* pDockBar, LPCRECT lpRect, AFX_DOCK_METHOD dockMethod);

	virtual void EnterDragMode(BOOL bChangeHotPoint);
	virtual void OnRTLChanged(BOOL bIsRTL);

	// Implementation
public:
	virtual ~CPane();

	//---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
	// FOR COMPATIBILITY with MFC's CControlBar:
	//----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
	void SetBorders(int cxLeft = 0, int cyTop = 0, int cxRight = 0, int cyBottom = 0);
	void SetBorders(LPCRECT lpRect);
	CRect GetBorders() const;

	// array of elements
	int m_nCount;
	void* m_pData;        // m_nCount elements - type depends on derived class

	// info about bar (for status bar and toolbar)
	int m_cxLeftBorder, m_cxRightBorder;
	int m_cyTopBorder, m_cyBottomBorder;
	int m_cxDefaultGap;         // default gap value
	int m_nMRUWidth;

	void CalcInsideRect(CRect& rect, BOOL bHorz) const; // adjusts borders etc
	BOOL AllocElements(int nElements, int cbElement);

	//----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
	// Generated message map functions
protected:
	//{{AFX_MSG(CPane)
	afx_msg void OnLButtonDown(UINT nFlags, CPoint point);
	afx_msg void OnLButtonUp(UINT nFlags, CPoint point);
	afx_msg void OnMouseMove(UINT nFlags, CPoint point);
	afx_msg void OnLButtonDblClk(UINT nFlags, CPoint point);
	afx_msg void OnNcDestroy();
	afx_msg void OnContextMenu(CWnd* pWnd, CPoint point);
	afx_msg void OnCancelMode();
	afx_msg void OnChar(UINT nChar, UINT nRepCnt, UINT nFlags);
	afx_msg void OnDestroy();
	afx_msg void OnStyleChanged(int nStyleType, LPSTYLESTRUCT lpStyleStruct);
	//}}AFX_MSG
	DECLARE_MESSAGE_MAP()

	CRect  m_rectVirtual;
	CRect  m_rectDragImmediate;
	CSize  m_sizeMin;
	CPoint m_ptClientHotSpot;
	bool   m_bCaptured;
	bool   m_bDisableChangeHot;
	bool   m_bDblClick;
	BOOL   m_bDragMode;
	BOOL   m_bExclusiveRow;
	BOOL   m_bPinState;
	UINT   m_nID;
	HWND   m_hwndMiniFrameToBeClosed;

	CRuntimeClass* m_pMiniFrameRTC;
	CMFCDragFrameImpl m_dragFrameImpl;

//-----------------------------------------------
//  Recent dock/float state
//-----------------------------------------------
public:
	CRecentDockSiteInfo m_recentDockInfo;
	CRect m_rectSavedDockedRect; // in client coordinates

	BOOL m_bRecentFloatingState;
	BOOL m_bWasFloatingBeforeMove;
	BOOL m_bWasFloatingBeforeTabbed;

	void SetRecentTabWindowInfo(DWORD dwFrameAlignment, const CList<UINT, UINT&>& lstSiblingBars);
	void CalcRecentDockedRect();

protected:
	virtual void StoreRecentDockSiteInfo();
//-----------------------------------------------
};

_inline BOOL CPane::CanBeDocked(CBasePane* pDockBar) const
{
	ASSERT_VALID(this);
	return ((GetEnabledAlignment() & pDockBar->GetCurrentAlignment()) != 0);
}

#pragma warning( default : 4100 34 )

#ifdef _AFX_MINREBUILD
#pragma component(minrebuild, on)
#endif

#ifdef _AFX_PACKING
#pragma pack(pop)
#endif


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Taylor Swift, 30, Gets 6 Grammy Nominations as Her Mom Andrea Swift, 62, Continues Cancer Battle
Taylor Swift was just nominated for 6 Grammy's for her groundbreaking pandemic album, "Folklore;" her last album featured a song about her mom's cancer battle, which is ongoing.
Anne McCarthy
Taylor's Successes Amid Family Struggle
Country-singer-turned-pop-icon, Taylor Swift, 30, was just nominated for 6 Grammy's for "Folklore."
In 2015, the singer went public with the news that her mom, Andrea Swift, was battling breast cancer, and in 2020, she revealed her mom had a brain tumor.
Treatment for brain tumors may include immunotherapy, surgery, radiation, or chemotherapy.
Hitmaker and pop icon Taylor Swift, 30, was just nominated for a whopping six Grammy's; her last Grammy-nominated album, Lover, featured a song about her mom, "Soon You'll Get Better." Swift's mom, Andrea Swift, 62, has been battling cancer for some time now.
Related: Taylor Swift Performed "Soon You'll Get Better," A Song About Her Mother's Cancer Battle, For The First Time
In the face of difficult family hardship, Taylor Swift remains a steadfast powerhouse; the singer has earned 35 Grammy nominations before the age of 30, and there's clearly no slowing her down. Not even 2020 could stop her – Swift was the first artist to record and release a major album during the pandemic, Folklore. The album was showered with Grammy nomination love for its haunting beauty, and ethereal, storybook-like structure.
Andrea Swift's Cancer Fight
Swift has chosen to not share much information about her mom's cancer battle. Andrea Swift had a diagnosis of breast cancer in 2015, and earlier this year, Swift shared that a tumor had been found in her mom's brain.
Related: As Her Mother Battles Brain Cancer, Taylor Swift Begs Fans To Help Curb Coronavirus Spread: 'We Need To Make Social Sacrifices Right Now
Swift first opened up about her mom's initial breast cancer diagnosis in a Tumblr post. She wrote to fans: "I'd like to keep the details of her condition and treatment plans private, but she wanted you to know. She wanted you to know because your parents may be too busy juggling everything they've got going on to go to the doctor, and maybe you reminding them to go get checked for cancer could possibly lead to an early diagnosis and an easier battle. Or peace of mind in knowing that they're healthy and there's nothing to worry about."
Swift and her mom have always been close, and the singer celebrated that closeness this year on Mother's Day. She shared a video of her as a little kid, and captioned it: "My conversations with my mom have always been and will always be some of my favorite memories – from when I was 10 months old in this video from October 1990 to now talking every day on the phone. Our talks are everything to me. Myyyyyyyy goodness I love you Mom."
Related: 'It's Been a Really Hard Time' — Taylor Swift Shares that Her Mother, a Two-Time Breast Cancer Survivor, Has a Brain Tumor
In 2019, the singer revealed her mother was facing breast cancer yet again. And in January 2020 in an interview with Variety, Swift said, "While she was going through treatment, they found a brain tumor. And the symptoms of what a person goes through when they have a brain tumor is nothing like what we've ever been through with her cancer before. So it's just been a really hard time for us as a family."
It's not uncommon for breast cancer to spread to other parts of the body. This disease can spread to the brain, bones, and vital organs.
When Breast Cancer Spreads to the Bones
Brain Cancer Treatment
Treatment for brain cancer may include immunotherapy, surgery, chemotherapy, radiation therapy, and targeted therapy. Some treatments for brain cancer, like Optune, are able to extend the lifespan of those with brain cancer. A person's specific prognosis, and the cancer's progression, typically dictate how the cancer is treated. One brain cancer survivor, Natalie Wells, told SurvivorNet in an earlier interview how she approached her brain cancer. She said, "Take control of the cancer, and kick its ass."
Related: Amazing News For The Wanted's Tom Parker Amid Battle With Brain Cancer: A Father For the Second Time
Wells told SurvivorNet that having a plan in place helps ease the fear. She said, "It's OK to feel sad and scared, but you have to have a plan. What are you going to do? You have to get to your doctor, you have to schedule these things. You have to find something to hold on to, and you have to fight. It's like a boxing match. You're in there, just kicking ass."
Some people tend to be more private and reserved about their – or their family member's – cancer battle. Swift has not shared much about her mom's latest brain cancer battle, but we'll be thinking of her and her mom, especially during this holiday season – a time for loved ones to gather.
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A dozen or so "Sh!t" remixes later, Mike WiLL Made It's traditional Christmas turnup, #MikeWillBeenTrill has arrived. A reflection of his rise to super-producer status, the tape is loaded with big name features: Miley Cyrus Jay Z, Future, Ciara, Lil Wayne, Migos, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J, ScHoolboy Q, Jeezy, Gucci Mane and Project Pat. Next up for Mike WiLL is his major label debut, which is due out next year via Interscope. For more on Mike WilLLMade It's monuments 2013, read his interview with FADER from this past summer.


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George Bennett (Nelson, Nueva Zelanda, 7 de abril de 1990) es un ciclista profesional neozelandés que compite por el equipo emiratí UAE Team Emirates.

Biografía
Con dotes de escalador comenzó en el ciclismo de montaña y en 2008 representó a Nueva Zelanda en el Campeonato del Mundo de Mountain Bike. Se quedó en Europa, donde corrió dos años para equipos franceses amateur. En 2009 lo hizo por el Vélo Club des Cantons de Morteau-Montbenoit y en 2010 por el CR4C Roanne, donde fue el mejor ciclista joven en la Ronde d'Isard.

En 2011 fue contratado por el Trek-Livestrong U23 (filial del Team Radioshack), donde ganó el Tour de Wellington. Esto atrajo la atención de Johan Bruyneel, quien le dio la oportunidad de terminar el año como stagiaire (aprendiz) del equipo RadioShack. En el Tour de Utah 2011 y en el USA Pro Cycling Challenge tuvo un papel decisivo en las victorias generales para el equipo.

En el año 2015, fichó por el equipo neerlandés Team Lotto NL-Jumbo, obteniendo resultados muy destacados en 2016, cuando se dejó ver mucho en el Tour de Francia en los Pirineos y consiguiendo un 10.º en la Vuelta a España.

Palmarés
2011
 Tour de Wellington

2013
 2.º en el Campeonato de Nueva Zelanda en Ruta

2017
 Tour de California

2020
 2.º en el Campeonato de Nueva Zelanda Contrarreloj
 2.º en el Campeonato de Nueva Zelanda en Ruta
 Giro del Piemonte

2021
 2.º en el Campeonato de Nueva Zelanda Contrarreloj
 Campeonato de Nueva Zelanda en Ruta

2023
 2.º en el Campeonato de Nueva Zelanda Contrarreloj

Resultados en Grandes Vueltas y Campeonato del Mundo
Durante su carrera deportiva ha conseguido los siguientes puestos en las Grandes Vueltas y en los Campeonatos del Mundo en carretera:

—: no participa Ab.: Abandono

Equipos
  Trek Livestrong U23 (2011)
  Team Radioshack (2011)
  RadioShack (2012-2013)
 RadioShack-Nissan (2012)
 RadioShack Leopard (2013)
  Cannondale (2014)
  Jumbo (2015-2021)
 Team LottoNL-Jumbo (2015-2018)
 Team Jumbo-Visma (2019-2021)
  UAE Team Emirates (2022-)

Referencias

Enlaces externos

 Ficha en cqranking.com
 Ficha y palmarés completo en sitiodeciclismo.net

Ciclistas de Nueva Zelanda
Ciclistas de Nueva Zelanda en los Juegos Olímpicos de Río de Janeiro 2016
Ciclistas de Nueva Zelanda en los Juegos Olímpicos de Tokio 2020

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Stingl: Marquette fan, 68, is still the 'jump around guy' after 12 years, and the students love it
Jim Stingl
The unique brand of fame enjoyed by Rick Smith began with a dare.
It was Feb. 19, 2007. Rick and his wife, Joan, who are Marquette University men's basketball season ticket holders since pretty much forever, were at the Bradley Center for a game against Villanova.
The infectious 1992 song, "Jump Around," by House of Pain came on, and the students sprung from their seats for the sustained joyful leaping you also see performed so fabulously at Camp Randall.
Rick, then 56, and the other older fans and alums in his section just sat there, as always.
"How come the students are the only ones who seem to be hyped up for these games?" he wondered aloud.
OK, the others challenged him, go ahead and join in.
So he did. And in this age-defying moment, Rick Smith became the jump around guy, though he didn't know it yet.
He thought it was one and done, but there were uncontrollable forces now unleashed. First of all, his jumping at the Villanova game wound up on the ESPN broadcast and later on SportsCenter and was seen far and wide.
His son, Bobby, was watching the game on TV and immediately called his mom. "Was that dad jumping like an idiot?" he asked.
At the next home game when the song came on, Rick saw hundreds of fingers pointing his way from the student section, as if to say, hey, get up and jump. So he did, and they went nuts. And they've been expecting — and receiving — a performance from Rick at every home game since then.
That's 12 years now. I talked to Marquette students at Sunday's Golden Eagles game at the Fiserv Forum who were in first grade when Rick began jumping.
His proverbial 15 minutes of fame is now more like 240 minutes if you figure the song plays for maybe a minute during a timeout at 20 home games a year.
You can spend your whole life waiting for a few seconds on the jumbotron. Rick is up there every game while he jumps around, and the students cheer each time. If you'd rather see him bouncing in the flesh, his seats are four rows behind the visitors' bench.
His jump is somewhat stiff, or maybe it just looks that way because he's 68 years old and often wearing a suit and tie. Rick is a civil engineer and CEO of raSmith, an engineering and survey firm, and he often rushes to the games while still dressed for work. He and Joan, both Marquette grads, live in Elm Grove.
Rick jumps for however long the song plays, and that can sometimes be an eternity if it's during an extended TV timeout. He never phones it in. His feet leave the ground, and he claps on each downstroke.
"I love that he jumps," said Joan, who does not join in. "Sometimes he gets all hot and sweaty and out of breath. Then I worry a little bit."
Rick once delayed hernia surgery until the season ended to avoid being sidelined for "Jump Around." Instead of clapping, he used his hands to sort of keep his intestines where they belong. That's 110 percent dedication right there.
"He's getting to be an old fart now, and you can quote me on that," said friend Greg Renz, also 68, who usually sits with the Smiths and is good for about one jump around per season.
At Sunday's game, "Jump Around" was played with 7:30 left in the second half. Greg and a 13-year-old family friend, Wyatt Schick, joined Rick's vertical dance party.
Students at the games embrace the jump around guy as a sort of organic team mascot, though they don't know his real name. A few guessed he was in his 50s, which Rick liked hearing.
"He embodies what a Marquette fan is with his energy," said sophomore Jenny Banak. She was with sophomore Mike Fenske who said he often Snapchats the jump around guy.
Freshman Maggie Smith is impressed with Rick's jumping stamina. "I can barely do it myself," she laughed.
People recognize Rick everywhere he goes. Sometimes students gather around him for photos.
Rick has been asked to wear a shirt or hat with some company logo or another, but he declined. Allen Edmonds, apparently hot to be the official footwear provider of jump around guy, offered him a pair of shoes. Nobody would see them, Rick pointed out.
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As the Mick Jagger of jumping around, Rick has contemplated why adults choose to sit it out.
"I think people just don't develop the willpower to go outside of their comfort zone," he said. "I'm not embarrassed at all. I do it for the students. If they weren't reacting to it, I'd stop."
Contact Jim Stingl at (414) 224-2017 or jstingl@jrn.com. Follow him at Facebook or on Twitter @columnboy.


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The streets were in an unsolved chaotic traffic jam, and the cars have been stuck in their place for almost an hour; the sun was burning everywhere like a fire in the middle of a jungle and the heat on the car's bodies, and the engines was hard to tolerate. Jenna tried to cool herself with a piece of paper, Alex looked so tired staring at the cars across the street, a big frown on his forehead. The voice of horns, shouting and impatient reactions on people faces make him angry.
" I don't understand what happened? We are here for more than 45min!" he said.
"Finally! Mr. big Alex is impatient! See! There are some situations hard to stand!" she giggled.
" Jenna, I'm not in a good mood, the hot weather always irritates me!" he replied without turning his head to her.
" I didn't ask you to come; you chose it yourself!" she said, meanwhile her phone rang. A little girl tried to catch his eyes, showed her pink tongue; Alex smiled and showed his tongue too. The girl frowned to him.
"Alex, we can't have hamburger today!" she said.
"What do you mean? Stingy!" he replied and watched her green eyes, which shined like sun.
"Someone from the Human Rights office called and said they are ready to have an interview in one hour! We should go there first!" she replied.
"That's ok!" he smiled; she asked the driver to change his destination. The driver tried to turn in a lane and after 15min attempting, he succeeded to escape the traffic. There were so many police forces in the streets, big green – white vans, Police Benzes, Black prison cars and so many forces in anti-riot clothes spread in all the streets. People looked so scary while crossing next to them; they avoided being shown there; you could see rare cars and people in this area.
"I don't know why they are everywhere?" she asked.
"Because of the riots!" he said.
"But there is nobody here!" she wondered.
"Maybe they arrested everyone," she added," excuse me sir, why there are so many police forces in the streets?"She asked the driver; he looked at her through the mirror.
"You don't know? In satellite channels, they announced everybody to come to the streets." He replied.
"You mean, the green movement?!" She asked.
"Yes, those jobless people who call their funny games, green movement! They just want to stop us from earning some money!" the driver murmured; she stopped talking and watched the rows of the police. They were in any kind of clothes, spotted, commando, dark , they were tall, well-built and scary; Some had black masks on their faces, the other hard hat.
"Iran's police are so scary; they look like serial killer in Psycho movie. I've never seen any police forces like this!" she was amazed.
"All the police forces are the same," he replied.
"Yeah, but these are strange, those in black are so huge, like ogres!" she said and Alex laugh out loud.
The office was located in a pretty neighborhood close to the Alborz Mountains, in a wide Boulevard which a channel separated it in two parts, full of tall green trees that made the atmosphere cool. The office door was open; they entered, and the secretary invited them in with a beautiful smile. Alex grinned and looked happier.
"Welcome, please follow me, Mrs.Foroughi is expecting you" She asked and showed them the room. The room was big, covered with bookcase full of books, a Persian carpet on the ground and a beautiful elder woman sat behind a desk, standing when she saw them.
"Welcome, bienvenue. Have a sit please Madam et Monsieur." She offered big brown leather sofa, they both sat. Alex was looking for the secretary," I'm so pleased to have you here Madam Meisurri. I met your mother twice while I was in Paris; you were an elementary school girl who time! She was a great woman. I really feel sympathetic how hard it is to lose such loved one!" she expressed; Jenna sighed.
"Thanks Mrs.Foroughi for your empathy." She said,"ok, can we start our interview?" she asked.
"Of course! But please help yourselves first," she showed the fruits and sweets on the table.
"Thanks," she said and took a small sweet," well, Alex! Would you please start your video capturing?" she asked.
"Oh! Well, yes!" he jumped.
"Look like your co-worker looking for my secretary!" Mrs.Foroughi said and smile.
"Yeah, he has a passion for Persian girls!" she giggled, and the interview has started.
"As you know, you know Mrs. Shirin Ebadi established this office and the aim of starting it in her point of view is; the authorities have for years arrested and tried their opponents on politically motivated illegal charges such as possession of alcohol or drugs and illegal possession of arms, and they have imprisoned lawyers and journalists, some of them her colleagues, on such trumped-up charges. Given the sharp rise in executions, the lack of transparency in the Iranian judicial system and recent changes in the narcotics law, there is a great danger that authorities will use ordinary criminal charges to sentence opponents to death. So based on this idea we decided to start working officially in human rights case in Iran" She said, "In addition, the Revolutionary Courts hold most of their trials behind closed doors, despite a requirement under Article 168 of the Iranian Constitution that trials for "political" and "press" offences should be open. In many cases, such as Zahra Bahrami's, lawyers of those sentenced to death are informed of their clients' executions only after they have taken place, despite the legal requirement for 48 hours' notice" She added," Iran has made consistent efforts to obstruct scrutiny of the situation in the country by international human rights mechanisms over the past five years. In light of that record, Shirin Ebadi and the organizations called on other nations to take advantage of the forthcoming session of the Human Rights Council to appoint a special envoy of the UN Secretary-General with a mandate to investigate and report on human rights conditions in Iran." She explained.
"So, you're goal is to perform Human Rights acts in such situation?" Jenna asked.
"Exactly! However, we have so many limitations here, and after the election and the situation you're seeing in the foreground, they force us to close the office, but we are trying our best to work in such a hard condition. As Shirin believes; the Iranian authorities have shown that they are no longer content to repress those contesting the re-election of Mahmud Ahmadinejad by arresting and convicting them - they have shown they will now resort to execution. They are using the familiar tactic of carrying out political executions at the same time as mass executions of prisoners convicted of criminal offences. These executions may increase if the world is silent," she said and shook her head, "I can say, Iran executes more people than any country other than China. The hundreds, if not thousands, of prisoners currently on death row may include more than 140 who were under the age of 18 at the time they allegedly committed their offence. International law prohibits the execution of persons for offences that they committed while under 18" She announced," According to law, prison authorities are responsible for the life and health of each prisoner," she added," The Campaign has the names of 19 people who have been killed by government forces. Here's the list" she said and gave a piece of paper to Jenna," The list meanwhile includes the names of 242 detainees, including 121 political personalities, 25 journalists, nine professors, and 87 students. These are prominent personalities who have been detained at their homes or places of work by unidentified agents and taken to undisclosed locations. They are mostly held in incommunicado detention and have no access to legal counsel." She acknowledged.
"It's horrible, unbelievable. "Jenna uttered.
"I should add that you should take care of yourselves too. Everybody is in danger here. We heard that there are some foreigners inside the prison too, so you are not safe at all." She told Jenna.
"Nothing is safe in Iran, Mrs.Foroughi. I am here to know about everything. I've never been in Iran. However, my parents were born and raised in this country, but I've never even known myself as a Persian. Now, I feel so guilty. There are so many people – same age as me and even younger – in prison, tortured, died, and I just was joyful for being a French civilized happy girl." She murmured.
"Don't worry my daughter! Iran will be free again; we do our best, together to help ourselves to change the situation in Iran. Unfortunately, without any blood, there's no freedom, as you know, the same happened in the Great Revolution of France" She said," right, is it ok to finish our interview today?" she asked.
"Of course, thanks Mrs.Foroughi for your help. Hope to see you soon," Jenna stood waiting for Alex to pack his stuff.
"Well, my dears, would you honor me to have launch together?" she asked, Jenna smiles.
"The honor is ours!" she replied.
"If someone asks me what I loved about Iran, I would say Chelo Kebobs " Alex said after they had the launch with Mrs.Foroughi and said her goodbye.
"Yes, I could guess that! What else could you suggest?" she replied.
"Girls!" he smiled.
"Nothing more?" she asked.
"Well, I'm not sure! We have to check it!" he said.
"Um, I've heard there's an old Bazaar on the north of the city, called Tajrish Bazaar . Would you like to check that?" she asked.
"Sure, I have Kebob in my stomach, a Persian girl next to me and a Bazaar to photograph! Let's do it gurl!" he winked.
Tajrish Square was very busy; bus terminals, cab terminals, and shopping malls, you could find stores of Dolce and Gabbana, Chanel, Mont Blanc, Dior, Diesel S.p.A., Zara, Guess, banana Republic, Tommy Hilfiger, and several other designer stores. The square was where Valiasr Street originated along with Farmaniye Street, one of the most important streets in Tehran. She was eagerly watching everything around the square; people who walked so fast across each other; boys and girls hanged to each other's arms, children who were selling flowers and other stuff, woman who was begging for money, the Taxi drivers were shouting to attract passengers.
"I think Tajrish is the junction of streets that lead to the northern parts of Tehran. Here, nobody looks angry about government! They don't even care about the middle parts of the city, where youngsters are arresting by police just because of their right!" she said sadly.
"I believe so! I don't know why! I think there's a deep cleavage between southern and northern part of the city! People who have money to spend on famous labeled clothes! What a shame!" he agreed.
"It's where SaadAbad-Palace is located; I like to visit that once before we go back to France." She said.
"Yeah, we can do it tomorrow." He said.
"Ok" she smiled and held his hand firmly.
The entrance of the Tajrish Bazaar was a small gate leaded to a tunnel like corridor. The ceiling was like a big arc holding so many doves inside and the light, in a diagonal shape, shined through the muggy glass on the roof inside, the dust swirling slowly glowed like gold through those pieces of light. As soon as they entered the Bazaar, smell of spices, sweet, raw leather and aged walls filled their lungs and brought beautiful joy on their faces. The old Bazaar looked so mysterious, like you could see Aladdin jumping place to place, or a Persian carpet flying in the air; the ancient decoration, material and architecture caused such joy. Alex brought out his camera and start shooting everything; he wanted to capture every single thing he saw, old men and women, Afghan guys, the sacks of vivid spices, Saffron, Pistachio, the design of hundred Persian carpets that rolled in the carpet shops, colorful sparkling traditional clothes, pile of shoes in front of the shoe stores; little girls played hide and seek, the light that moved slowly like golden columns in the middle of bazaar. He adored photographing senile bazaars, people and their actions. It was where he did not care about anything but photography.
Jenna just was watching his walking, act and reacting, the joy he had while he took a shot of a little girl in Islamic clothes. His broad shoulders that moved slowly, his brown eyes were shining under soft light, his lips and teeth while he smiled to the people, his tall athletic legs and cute back, his manly hands, those dark veins on his forearm. She got close to him; put his hand on those veins.
"Alex, we are spending more than two hours here, isn't it enough? I need to rest a while. I'm tried!" she asked; he turned to her.
"If you like, you can go!" he said, she breathed deeply.
"But I wanna go with you!" she said. He stood in front of her, hands on his waist; Camera hanged around his neck, smile upon his lips and stared at those naughty green eyes.
"I love to spend here till the dinner time! I'll see you then!" he replied.
"But Alex, I like to go with you! You know what I mean?!" She insisted; Alex curved his right eyebrow.
"No, I don't!" he replied.
"Ok! I won't ask you for sex anymore!" she sputtered and walked away, Alex grabbed her arm.
"We can't do it here! It's Iran. They won't let us spend time alone together in the same room!" he explained.
"Who cares?! I want to be with you!" she said.
"Sweet! It's your country's rule! You should've known it already!" he mentioned.
"Ok, Alex! I don't need it anymore!" she said and tried to continue her way, but he did not let her go.
"Jenna! We should talk about it!" he said seriously.
"Talk about Islamic rule? I don't have any interest for that!" she replied.
"Don't play dumb! I'm talking about our relationship! I like you, and it's been four years I've never met any girls but you. Then, you just ask for sex anytime you want without thinking about me!" he said.
"Thinking about you? It means you didn't want sex?!" She taunted.
"No, I wanted it for sure, but the matter is that I need to know what do you think about me? Who I am in your life? Just a sex partner? Can we go steady then? I want to have you as my girlfriend! It's not enough to have sex and nothing else! I need love, do you understand?" he complained.
"What's the problem then? Huh? We are just friends and co-workers. That's all!"She answered.
"That's all, yeah? So can you tell me what the sex role is?" he questioned.
"It's just physical Alex!" she said and he sighed.
"Don't ride the high horse! I am 36 now, need a real relationship. A serious one, if you don't care about me, I do. "He said.
"My foot! Ok! Go on! Find a girl of your dreams! I can't be your partner! You're not my type!" she countered.
"But why? We have so many things in common; we are with each other for four years; we spend more our free times together, have great sex, why not start a real relationship. I like you so much; sometimes I think I love you Jenna. "He confessed.
"Duh! You don't know what you're talking about! Our relationship was physical, not rational or emotional! I don't have any passion for you Alex. Not even for sex anymore!" she said and pulled her arm out of his hand; he held it again and Jenna pushed him away," Don't pick on me! I need to be alone!" she said angrily and gone.
She looked very infuriated, "over my dead body! Be your girlfriend?" she whispered to herself while passing people off the pavement. "Am I insane? I can't even imagine having any passion but sex for him! How could he tell me he loved me? How dare!" she thought furiously. The evening was almost cooler, but was more crowded and traffic. She decided to take a taxi to go back to hotel and rest before dinner. After a while, waiting across the street, the red light changed to green and cars started to move slowly, she saw two girls, in tight jeans, short manteau , lousy scarves that barely hid their blonde hair and heavy makeup which sat in an expensive car and smoking freely. Jenna wished for one of those cigarettes, smiled to them while their car passed her. Judge the freedom in Iran only by the way people look in the streets is not a good way; it might seem to implicate more freedom, yet it is only superficial freedom, as I call it. So, maybe you can go out looking like that, it surely can have influence in your life. You might, for example; unable to get the job you want just because you had seen outside and had been wearing "too much make-up and too tight and short a manteau". As you see, it is being used as an excuse not to hire females or decide to take on other females; it's so much for freedom. As much as she waited to take a lemon cab, expensive cars in a row, horned for her and ask where she goes, and she was wondered if they are cab or something, and finally, when she waited for half an hour to see a yellow cab, she decided to take one of those luxurious cars.
The young man brutally smiled "where do you go beautiful?" he asked.
"I go to Hotel Tehran" she said.
"Hop in sexy!" he said.
She paused some seconds," why he is talking like this?" she asked herself," Oh! My lord!" she looked so amazed," what am I doing?" she asked herself. The cars behind him barking and horning crazily. Jenna ran to the pavement; her heart was beating like a little bird." He thought I was a prostitute!" she laid to the wall, and the man still was calling her with a loud voice. She started to walk, wanted to get rid of him; People looked at her in a strange way. As far as she walked the man moved forward slowly and still begged for her. "How may I get rid of this ass-hole?!" She wondered, happily saw a police car parked across the street and ran to it. Two polices sat in the car; she looked behind and saw the luxurious car still following her.
"Hi, I need help sir!" she asked the policeman who had dark full beard sat next to the driver.
"What are these clothes? "He asked angrily.
Jenna scared," I need help sir; someone is following me!" she pleaded.
"I should arrest you for these odd colorful clothes, cover your hair! Idiot!" he shouted.
Jenna's mouth was dry, felt so insecure and lonely; the man in the expensive car still waited for her, and the police wanted to arrest her. She should make a sudden decision; get in the luxurious car or let the police arrest her! She could not decide easily, "there should be a third choice always!" she thought. The police man got out of the car.
"Get in! You should go to police station!" he yelled; people watched her while walking with irony looks.
"But I just needed help. That man if following me!" she pointed to the luxurious car.
"He's right! If I was in place of him, I would do the same! Have you looked at yourself before coming out of the house? You're almost naked! Get in loony! In the police station, you will learn how to wear like a human!" he shouted crazily. She hesitated to get in the police car, but she knew if she ignored, everything will be worse, so she tried to find the third way. She pretended to get in the car and when he turned back to get in his place, she started to run. The policeman first was shocked, but start calling and yelling immediately and she felt he was following her, but she wanted not to stop. She was running like a wild horse in a wide green plain, felt like she was flying freely and there is no one looking at her as a criminal and no noise to make her headache. She moved quickly through the population, did not care about people who glanced angrily to her and the police that were shouting to arrest her. She knew there are some people following the police order; hence, she turned right to a dark lane. The echo of her footstep's sound was heard through the tomb like walls mixed with cats where moaning; she was almost at the end of the lane when the police and the group of men entered the lane, crept through a door entrance and hid. She could hear her heartbeats, tried to control breathing and waited. They refrained to enter the lane, maybe they thought she is not there. She sat on the stairs, put her head on her knees and smiled. She loved escaping from police forces and it was not her first time; she was a journalist and she knew how to do it well.
Alex was waited in the lobby, focused worryingly on the entry about Jenna, and as soon as she entered the lobby, he walked to her.
"Where were you? Huh? "He asked.
"You're questioning me?" she gave him an eagle look.
"No, I just was waiting here for two hours; I was worry about you! What's with you gurl?" he said.
She glared at him," I escaped some polices," she smiled victoriously.
"What the …! What did you do? Why?"He was shocked.
"It has a long story; they wanted to arrest me for my clothes "She explained.
"Your clothes? What do you mean?" he asked.
"You know what! They told me I'm naked!" she laughed flirtatiously and span," look how sexy is my lingerie?"
He looked pleased," really? I see! You're absolutely sexy in that rice sack!" he laughed.
"Ok, that's enough! You watched my sexy body for a while, did you have dinner?" she asked.
"No, my stomach's growling!" he said.
They went to the Hotel restaurant, in the basement. Alex chose some beef skewers as a starter that was pinned to a piece of pineapple, which was just very well combined with the beef, then had some sort of lasagne with shrimps and finally, a strawberry mousse. He was eating fast, one by one without talking about anything. Jenna just ordered a vegetable soup and tasted it slowly that when Alex finished his meal, she was still playing with her soup.
"Ah! I was really hungry!" he burped.
"You're a lion!" she said.
"Then be my rabbit tonight!" he taunted.
She gazed at him, put a piece of bread soaked in soup in her mouth," you dream about that!" she said.
"It's what you want, isn't it?" he asked.
"Not anymore! I don't wanna do it one more time with you!" she replied and drank some water.
"You're really serious? I mean, um – "he paused.
"About what?" she asked. He watched her while eating. Her pink lips moved slowly through her olive skin, like a lotus in a bowl of water.
"You don't love me, right?" he asked.
"Don't pick on me Alex! You know we are just friends!" she said and finished her soup," I wanna go to my room. Need some sleep! I'm dog tired!" she said.
"Please wait for a while! I need to talk to you!" he begged.
She obeyed," ok. We should talk; you're right! We have to finish talking about it! I don't love you; I can't be your girlfriend and please don't ruin our friendship because of such a weird sudden idea!" she stated.
"Ok! I wanted to say the same thing. I just wanted to propose you going steady. I need to find a soul mate, hate sex without love. So, I wanted to be sure that you don't have any passion for me!" he said. Jenna smirked and stood to go to her room.
"I see! Please yourself!" she winked and left the table. Alex watched her while she was walking up the stairs, her plumped bottom, curved waist, and sexy movements induced him. "Damn! I should find a Persian girl!" he alleged.
The tall Milad Tower was hidden under the pollution fog, and Jenna could not see the top through the window. She moved through the corridor with a bunch of colorful wild flowers into her hand, waiting for the appointment time to see the old man who Haj Nasrollah talked about. The smell of alcohol, wet bed sheets, blood and sickness spread all over the waiting hall. There were lots of people there, all the seats were full, and she barely could walk easily among them. It was 3 P.M when they let people visit their patients. Jenna waited some more minutes; she knew that he has a family, and they need private time with their father. After almost one-hour waiting, she went to second floor; room 202. The room was big, six beds full of patients and their visitors all around; the walls were pale green, and sun light harshly came through the huge window at the center wall between the beds. She walked in, an old man who had one visitor, were slept calmly; it could be the only choice for her to ask him if he is who she looked for or not.
"Excuse me madam!" she asked the woman in a black veil who sat on a chair next to his bed. She turned to her, was in her 40s, barely could be said she has beauty on her face, very fat.
"Yes?" she replied.
"Is this Haj Karimi?" Jenna asked.
"Yes!" she replied. Jenna breathed deeply and said," I need to talk to him about a family."
"But I don't think he could help you; he's not able to talk, and he's Alzheimer." She said.
Jenna felt hopeless, "Oh! I'm really sorry. Hope he gets well soon!" Jenna said. The woman smiled beautifully.
"He's too old to get well, just pray for him to die easily. It's been six months he's here, unconscious and can't remember any of his children and only call my older brother's name who has passed away last year" She said. Jenna sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the old man face; his skin was yellow, like her mother. She hated to remember those days at the hospital, and if she had another choice, she would never visit the hospital.
"Are you his daughter?" Jenna asked.
"Yes, the oldest child of him after my brother's death. The others don't live here and of course don't care about him at all." She complained.
"I hoped he could help me and at the moment, unfortunately he's not in a good condition. I don't know what to do now!" she sighed and gave the flowers to her. The woman put them in a big mug full of dirty water.
"Thanks you! Beautiful flowers!" she said and looked at her with a nice smile," tell me what you need, maybe I can help you. I lived with my father even when I've gotten married. So, I know everything he knows." She said. Jenna was delighted to hear that.
"That would be great. I – "she took a deep breath, in hope to find a trace," – I need to know about Malekpour family. I – "she paused," – I am a friend of Soorena Malekpour daughter. I have to find him and give his daughter's last message. She's in hospital and is so sick" She explained. The woman listened carefully.
"Malekpour? I know them well; nevertheless, does Soorena have a daughter?" She said and shook her head like she tried to remember something.
Jenna was excited," yes, but no one knows she's existed. She lives in France." She said.
"Oh, really? Well, The daughter of Malekpour family was my close friend in the school time" she giggled and said," I can even remember she was in love with my brother." She looked naughtily to Jenna.
"Really? Cute!" she confirmed.
"Soorena was the oldest son of the family, and Somayeh was his younger sister, in contrast; we had a bid family six children at home; they were only two. "She said.
"Are you in touch with them?" Jenna asked.
"No, unfortunately, after they left our neighborhood, our friendship finished "she said sadly.
"So, you don't have any address or contact number of them?" Jenna asked.
The woman stared at her and sighed," no! I hope I had. She was my best friend. We both got engaged at the same time. We laughed a lot but – "she sighed again.
"So why you didn't continue your friendship after they moved?" Jenna asked.
"I tried several times but no one knew where they've gone. "She answered.
"Why they left there? Haj Nasrollah told me they left their home suddenly without further notice." Jenna said.
"Yes, he's right. They vacated their house in the mid night and didn't say goodbye to anybody. People who entered their house said that their stuff is still in the house. I think it was because of Soorena. It's his fault." She complained.
"Soorena?" Jenna wondered and said," why? What did he do?" she asked.
"I will tell you something, but please don't tell everything to his daughter, it could make her sicker, ok?" she asked desperately. Jenna felt her blood pressure reduced, her body shook and felt cold; she eagerly watched the woman's mouth movements.
"Ok, I won't." Jenna swore.
"Well, the story is – "she coughed," I don't know exactly, but I tell you what I understood from my parents and my older brother who was Soorena friend, I don't know the true story. What I'll tell you is what I've heard," she paused for a while and got closer to Jenna and whispered," After Haj Malekpour was murdered, they decided to move to an unknown place. Somayeh, her fiancé and her mother!"
Jenna was shocked, could not evaluate the right words," murdered?" she hummed.
"Yes, Soorena was in India that time, my brother said that he was with a woman there, working on a secret case. Soorena had a fiancé that time, but he left her with no reason. His fiancé gone crazy! She really loved him, but he left him. After the murder, the police started the investigation, and they got nothing, or at least; they didn't tell the neighbors anything about Haj Malekpour death. He was a good honest man; everybody prayed behind him and trusted him. Everybody loved him and he had no enemy. My brother said that Soorena was guilty." She explained. Jenna could not think well, "Soorena was guilty!" she thought," it was the cause mom left him? I don't understand!"
"I don't understand well madam. While Soorena was in India how he could be his father's murderer?" Jenna questioned. The woman moved a little closer.
"No, I didn't mean he was the killer. I mean it was his fault, because he was worked on a mysterious case of a spy. People said that the spy came to Iran and killed his father. It's the story. I don't know how much it's true." She lay back to the chair.
"Well, what about Soorena, why he didn't go with his family?" Jenna asked.
"I think that they gave up him because of his lies. He didn't tell his family about where he's gone and what he's been doing. On the other hand, he left his fiancé because of another woman, and it wasn't a good thing for their family traditions." She replied.
"Don't you have any idea where I can find him?" Jenna asked hopelessly.
"Yes, I think I have an idea!" she said and Jenna was surprised, tried to control herself," My husband knows something about Soorena. Some years ago, I really was eager to find Somayeh, and he tried to find her for me. Accidentally, he saw Soorena in the TV, and we were both shocked that he's in Iran and still working as a lawyer. Then he went to the TV channel and asked for his address, and after he barbed some of the stuff, they gave him his address. He found him; he was living in Iran, even we invited him to our home; he cried when he saw my father. He was like my father's son. He tried to find his family, but he couldn't. "She said.
Jenna was shaking of surprise and excitement," then – "her voice was obviously trembling too," – you know where he is now?" she asked while tried to control her tears.
"No darling. I don't know anymore. After the case of that woman, who he was her lawyer in TV, he suddenly disappeared. I don't know why but I know my husband knows something, and he doesn't tell me." She said.
"Where – "Jenna's voice was so weak," where is your husband now?" she asked.
"He's in Boushehr for a job mission. He will be back next week. "She replied.
"May I have his number?" she asked.
"He always left his cell phone home, when he goes to Boushehr, but I can call you when he's back, and you can talk to him straightly. Ok?" she said.
"Thanks madam for your help," she gave her business card to her and said goodbye. She was not in a good physical and mental condition. Pile of data was processing in her brain, and she could not think well like an old computer. The story she has heard was about her father, someone who she knew nothing about, and the secrets were hidden from her for years. Now, she knew there is something special about her father, and perhaps her mother; that she has never wanted to talk about it; maybe to protect her daughter. She was eager to know everything, the real story behind those mysterious clouds of her past, the identity that was half for years. She needed to talk to someone, a woman, someone who does not stop and avoid her of doing this. She wanted to cry when she remembered her mother's death, "now, I don't have anybody to talk to, anybody who caresses me, hugs me, and loves me. Someone who listens and calms me. I'm solely. All alone!" she thought.
Jenna has bought an ice cream, a habit she followed anytime she felt upset since she was 5, and found a bench beneath a willow tree. The evening weather was hot, but a cool breath came through the trees at the park and the mountain. Teenagers were skating around the big musical fountain square of Mellat Park and lots of elderly sat around the fountain chatting and playing chess. She could not bear what she has heard about her father, and could not collect all the traces to find a final result. Everything was unclear and mysterious, a fiancé who her father left because of her mother, A grandfather who was murdered, and a father who disappeared suddenly. She tried to concentrate on the place she was, looked around and thought, "It could be a good place for morning running." She could see many small kiosk shops that sell lovely handicrafts. She finished her ice cream, took out her compact camera to take some shots of people. She saw a big group of youngsters who was approaching the fountain. The crowd that protested demands the release of Abas Palizdar from prison had same green flags and clothes and bracelets in their hands. Jenna closed to them and started to take pictures; everywhere in Tehran, there was a subject for a journalist to take shots of. While she was capturing photos, a guy approached her and ask if she would join them or not, but she ignored and said she is just a journalist. There was a sea of people passing, but everyone was silent; no shouting, no motto and no words.
It was not a long period when a group of security guards who were not regular security guards but mostly plainclothes agents, struck against them and this led to arrests and injuries; many of the protesters were bloodied and suffered broken bones due to the confrontation with security guards and some of them who was lucky, escaped. Everything happened as quickly as a blink. Teenagers were scared to death, elderly tried to help youngsters and the shopkeepers' recollections about the protests they had witnessed. Jenna knew it is not safe to stay idle, tried to hide herself somewhere to capture what she saw. It was a clear evidence of what was happening in Iran against protestors and human rights charter, but one of the plainclothes agents who with dark iron batons hit the people whoever across them and yell unstoppable wildly, saw her and tried to capture her camera. She tried to escape, he grabbed her wrist and with his yellow eyes stared angrily at her eyes "gimmi that bitch!" he yelled. Jenna decided to run, the reaction everybody does at the same situation; fear, stress and indiscrimination were the powers that lead her actions, pull her wrist out of his dead cold hand and run. He hit her arm with the baton; she felt involuntary pain in her shoulder, but continued to run, and she was succeeded like last night.
On the other part of the city, Alex was searching for a subject to picture, focused on a little boy, who was selling flowers at traffic-stop, and a woman with baby on her arms begging for money or food. He kept noticing how few people even seem to notice these kids and adult beggars anymore. After the traffic light greened, a young boy about nine who had one arm and one stump tried to across the street with the help of the other. He came to the pavement with an innocent smile on his lips and gave all his money – some coins – to the other boy. Everybody who crossed those little boys, looked very pathetically at them, some avoiding to be touched by them and some started saying out loud how sad it was, and how terrible, but no one actually gave them anything. He thought people were getting numb in Iran, as they saw these things every day again and again. It desensitizes, especially as there are so many kids like this. He bought three Turkish kebob from a shop near there, and gave two of them to the boys and caress there dirty hair and left them alone. He started to bite his sandwich, turned back to see if the kids are eating, and saw them eating their sandwiches with an endless appetite.
Jenna tried to call Alex, but she had no answer. She, in a yellow cab, decided to have another visit to her grandfather's house, in hope to enter that mysterious abandoned house. Her arm ached, and she felt it swollen while she touched it. The traffic jam caused to arrive in her destination in the darkness of the afternoon. Jenna walked along the dark thin lane, the voice of Azan was heard from the mosque and there were so many people passing near the house to the mosque. She pushed the door; it was stuck in its place, and she walked away investigated the walls. The walls were not too high, and she considered she could jump up them easily, and some loosen bricks could be a step to help her to go up. Her phone rang.
"Hey gurl, where are you? I can't find you in the lobby?" Alex said.
"Well, I'm near my grandfather's house." She replied.
"What for?" he asked.
"I wanted to see if I'm able to break into the house!" she giggled.
"Break into? Are you out of your mind? Somebody could see you and call the police, holy shit!" he babbled.
"I don't care. I will wait till people gone to the mosque, then no one's here to disturb me." She said.
"Don't be silly Jenna. Come back to the hotel. We will find a better way to enter that house." He begged.
"I should go in tonight!" She said, but she felt very exhausted.
"Please, let's talk about it tonight, ok? We will have dinner together and see how we can go in." He said.
"Ok! You know what's funny! You don't even ask me why I want to break into the house! Then you want to be my co-respondent" she laughed.
Alex scratched his head," I feel so silly now!" he giggled.
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Discussion in 'Making Jerky' started by fishwrestler, Nov 14, 2010.
One of my employees gave me some venison, and two days later another friend stopped by and dropped off some antelope meat. Seemed like the perfect opportunity to give snack sticks a try. I ground up 15 pounds of venison and 3 pounds of Antelope along with three pounds of Pork fat. Got to love the local butcher I have spoke of before. I went into his shop and said I needed some pork trim or pork fat. He asked which one do you want trim or fat. I told him what I was making and he walked away form the counter and said you need fat. He brings back a bag of fat. I say well educate me. What is the difference, he laugh and says the fat is free the trim I charge for. He hands me the fats and says have a good time.
I got busy and let the ground meat sit in the refrigerator for two nights. On the second night I used Hi Mountain Snack stick cure. Mixed up 16 lbs of meat and stuffed them into casings. The first one was not stuffed enough. I got the hang of it after the first try. I used our Kitchen Aid as the stuffer. Now I know why everyone uses a true stuffer. I have made sausage before with large casings with no problems. When stuffing small snack sticks size casing the meat got a little mushy. I will be getting a sausage stuffer soon. I let then sit in the refrigerator over night . Pulled them int he moring and let them sit at room temp for an hour. I hung them on the rack of my big Chief smoker. Let them go for 1 hour with just heat. Then added hickory smoke and smoked for 12 hrs until they hit 165. Took them out and gave them a cold water bath,.will need a bigger tub next time. Then cut them up and vacuum sealed them in bags of 7. The taste and texture was good. I think I need to make some more and spice them up.
Thanks again to a great site. With out it I do not think I would have tried it.
Man oh Man those look awesome and I bet the fellows will love them. Now for your ice bath I have used the old cleaned out 5 gal. bucket before. As far as the heat is your sticks I have used red pepper flakes in my sticks that I sent to the Army son when he was in Iraq. They wanted hot so I gave them hot. really hot. Now they seem to get hotter the longer that they sat too so be careful.
Those look & sound perfect!
I'm betting they even taste better!
Real nice post too---very informative!
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KP Statistics: Russia Remains Leading Producer, India Largest Importer of Rough in 2017
The Annual Global Summary report of the trade in rough diamonds in 2017 released last week by the Kimberley Process Certification Scheme (KPCS) reconfirmed Russia's position as the world's largest producer country of rough diamonds both in terms of volume and value. India, the largest manufacturing centre, understandably retained its position as the largest importer of rough also in terms of both volume and value.
The figures confirm the expected rise in rough production both in value and volume terms with the commencement of commercial production at two important mines in Canada – Gahcho Kué and Renard. Total annual global production rose from US$ 12.4 billion last year to US$ 15.9 billion with a corresponding rise in volume terms from 134.1 mn carats in 2016 to 150.9 mn carats in 2017. As a result, the average price per carat increased from US$ 92.49 last year to US$ 105.2 this year.
The Russian Federation which produced 42.6 mn carats valued at US$ 4.1 bn saw its share dropping slightly from 30.1% in the previous year to 28.25% during the last calendar year in volume terms and from 30.54% in 2016 to 25.91% in value terms in 2017.
Canada (23.23 mn carats) edged out Botswana to become the second largest producing country in volume terms, though the latter with 22.96 mn cts valued at US$ 3.33 bn remained the second largest in terms of value. Botswana's share of global production also dropped marginally from 15.29% in 2016 to 15.22% in 2017 in volume terms and from 22.95% in the previous year to 20.98% during the past year.
The Democratic Republic of Congo and Australia were the 4th and 5th largest producing countries by volume, while South Africa, Canada and Angola ranked 3rd, 4th and 5th in terms of value.
Among the larger producers, Namibia (US$ 518.74), Sierra Leone (US$ 423.03) and South Africa (US$ 319.04) rank at the top in terms of per carat prices realised, with Lesotho (US$ 304.20), Botswana (US$ 145.00), Angola (US$ 117.03) being above the global average. Rough from the Russian Federation yielded a per carat price of US$ 96.50.
India (which imported 195.0 mn carats at US$ 18.98 bn) was the top importer of rough by volume and value. Its share rose to 39.80% of global rough imports in volume terms, up marginally from 39.21% the previous year, while in value terms the country's share rose to 38.07% this year as against 34.32% last year.
India is quite ahead of second placed importer, European Union, in terms of both volume and value – the latter having a 32.62% and 24.44% share in terms of volume and value respectively.


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describe("Create dialog", function() {

  var view, user;

  afterEach(function() {
    view.clean();
  });

  beforeEach(function() {
    user = TestUtil.createUser('test');

    // Create a new dialog
    view = new cdb.common.CreateDialog({
      user:   user,
      data:   {},
      tabs:   ['layer', 'file', 'gdrive', 'dropbox', 'twitter', 'scratch', 'arcgis', 'success', 'error'],
      option: 'file',
      where:  'table'
    })
  });

  it('should render properly', function() {
    view.render();
    expect(view.$('.create-dialog-content').length).toBe(1);
    expect(view.$('.create-tab').length).toBe(9);
    expect(view.$('.create-panes > .import-pane').length).toBe(2); // Gdrive, dropbox, arcgis and twitter will be disabled
    expect(view.$('.create-panes .create-success').length).toBe(1);
    expect(view.$('.create-panes .create-error').length).toBe(1);
    expect(view.$('.create-panes .create-empty').length).toBe(1);
    expect(view.$('.create-progress').length).toBe(1);
  });

  it('should enable/disable "service panes" when user changes keys', function() {
    view.render();

    // Failed tabs
    expect(view.$('.create-tab.dropbox > a').hasClass('disabled')).toBeTruthy();
    expect(view.$('.create-tab.gdrive > a').hasClass('disabled')).toBeTruthy();
    expect(view.$('.import-service-pane').length).toBe(0);

    cdb.config.set({
      oauth_dropbox: true,
      oauth_gdrive: true
    });

    view.render();

    expect(view.$('.create-tab.gdrive > a').hasClass('disabled')).toBeFalsy();
    expect(view.$('.create-tab.dropbox > a').hasClass('disabled')).toBeFalsy();
    expect(view.$('.import-service-pane').length).toBe(2);
    expect(view.$('.create-panes > .import-pane').length).toBe(4);
  });

  it('should enable/disable "twitter pane" when user does not have enough rights', function() {
    cdb.config.set('datasource_search_twitter', 'asdf');

    user.set('twitter', { enabled: false });

    view.render();

    // Show message pane when user clicks over twitter tab
    expect(view.$('.create-tab.twitter > a').hasClass('disabled')).toBeFalsy();
    expect(view.$('.import-twitter-pane').length).toBe(0);
    expect(view.$('.twitter-message-pane').length).toBe(1);

    user.set('twitter', {
      enabled: true,
      block_price: null,
      block_size: null,
      hard_limit: true,
      monthly_use: 0,
      quota: 100000
    });

    // Without this the custom date picker throws an error, since it internally has a setTimeout to initialize the
    // date picker, this breaks because some (unrelated to this test) prerequisities are not there (DOM elements).
    // See line ~60-65 in custom_datepicker.js
    spyOn(window, 'setTimeout');

    view.render();

    expect(view.$('.create-tab.twitter > a').hasClass('disabled')).toBeFalsy();
    expect(view.$('.import-twitter-pane').length).toBe(1);
  });

  it('should disable "creation panes" when user has reached the limits', function() {
    cdb.config.set({
      oauth_dropbox: true,
      oauth_gdrive: true,
      datasource_search_twitter: true
    });

    // Infinite tables and bytes quota
    user.set({
      twitter: { enabled:false },
      table_quota: null,
      remaining_table_quota: 8,
      quota_in_bytes: null,
      remaining_byte_quota: 1000
    });
    view.render();
    expect(view.$('.create-tab > a.disabled').length).toBe(0);

    // Normal quota
    user.set({
      table_quota: 10,
      remaining_table_quota: 8,
      quota_in_bytes: 1024,
      remaining_byte_quota: 1000
    });
    view.render();
    expect(view.$('.create-tab > a.disabled').length).toBe(0);

    // Reaching one limit
    user.set({
      table_quota: 10,
      remaining_table_quota: 2,
      quota_in_bytes: 1024,
      remaining_byte_quota: -100
    });
    view.render();
    expect(view.$('.create-tab > a.disabled').length).toBe(6);

    // Reaching both limits
    user.set('remaining_table_quota', 0);
    view.render();
    expect(view.$('.create-tab > a.disabled').length).toBe(6);

    // Infinite with reaching limit
    user.set({
      table_quota: null,
      remaining_table_quota: 2,
      quota_in_bytes: 909090,
      remaining_byte_quota: -100
    });
    view.render();
    expect(view.$('.create-tab > a.disabled').length).toBe(6);
  });

  it('should activate the selected tab from the beginning', function() {
    view.render();

    expect(view.$('.create-tab a.file').hasClass('selected')).toBeTruthy();
    expect(view.$('.create-tab a.selected').length).toBe(1);

    var view2 = new cdb.common.CreateDialog({
      user:   user,
      data:   {},
      tabs:   ['layer', 'file', 'gdrive', 'dropbox', 'twitter', 'scratch', 'arcgis', 'success', 'error'],
      option: 'arcgis',
      where:  'tables'
    }).render();

    expect(view2.$('.create-tab a.arcgis').hasClass('selected')).toBeTruthy();
    expect(view2.$('.create-tab a.selected').length).toBe(1);
  });

  it('should not have leaks', function() {
    expect(view).toHaveNoLeaks();
  });

});

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Texas Sees Sharp Decline In Refugee Arrivals
The number of refugees resettled in Texas has dramatically decreased since Donald Trump became president, according to new findings from the Pew Research Center.
KUT Staff
| Posted on May 29, 2017, 5:05 AM
First English Lutheran Church holds an interfaith vigil for refugees after President Trump issued an executive order temporarily barring them from entering the country in February.
In October 2016, 1,096 refugees resettled in the state, compared with just 353 last April. California, Arizona, Michigan and New York also saw big drops.
Overall, the number of refugees entering the country fell from 9,945 in October to 3,316 in April. Pew found a decline in 46 states.
President Trump has tried to temporarily bar refugees from entering the country, including a moratorium in his latest travel ban. On Thursday, the 4th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals upheld a lower court's decision that put the ban on hold. The chief judge said it "drips with religious intolerance, animus, and discrimination."
The ban is ultimately expected to go to the U.S. Supreme Court.
Last fall, Gov. Greg Abbott announced that the state was withdrawing from the federal Refugee Resettlement Program, citing security concerns. In February, nonprofits across the state formally took over processing and resettling families.
Stephanie Tacy
Tags Donald Trump Pew Research Center refugee
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Catholic Bishops Approve Anti-Abuse Steps, But Skeptics Seek Tougher Moves
Disaster Relief Bill Should Finally Bring $4 Billion To Texas, Woman Accuses Cardinal DiNardo Of Dismissing Sex Abuse Case, And Pipeline Protesters Could Face 20 Years In Prison


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In 2017, Dana Williamson wanted to help solve hunger in America. Along the way, she learned the United States discards more food than any other country: nearly 40 million tons — 80 billion pounds a year. It equates to 219 pounds of waste per person per year. That's like every person in America throwing more than 650 average-sized apples right into the garbage — or the landfills.
Williamson's question was: If so many people are going hungry then why do we throw away food? Her research led her to Food Rescue.us, a national organization that "rescues" excess food directly from food donors (restaurants, cafeterias, caterers, etc.) to social service agencies that feed the hungry.
"They were only on the east and west coast. I reached out and said I wanted to bring it to Utah," says Williamson. Williamson was Utah's first "food rescuer." To get started, she contacted Westminster College's cafeteria.
"They were closed for winter break and had food going to go bad. I loaded my car with this amazing produce and brought it to my friends at the YWCA. Both sides thought it was a great idea," says Williamson.
Williamson launched her nonprofit organization called Waste Less Solutions. According to their website, the organization's mission is to make a significant reduction in food waste in Utah. They educate consumers and food entities on the issue and solution. Volunteers can download the Food Rescue.us app and become "food rescuers." They drive "rescued" food from donors to organizations that will help those in need.
"It's like 'Uber' for food waste," says Williams. "Once you download the app, look at the schedule for rescues. Pick one, click on it, and it will tell you specific instructions on where and when to pick up and drop it off. Then report the food you rescued."
They've saved over 513,000 meals — equivalent to providing three meals a day to over 171,000 individuals within the Salt Lake County area. Now the program is launching in Ogden thanks to a partnership with Ogden CAN (Civil Action Network).
Together, the nonprofits found the funding to hire Isaac Farley, a Weber State graduate, to launch the food rescue program in Ogden. While Farley attended Weber a few years ago, he founded O-Town Kitchen. This business produced uniquely flavored jams and jellies created from surplus food donations. He has since received a master's degree. He says he is "eager to reduce food waste and increase food security in the Ogden area."
Farley is looking for food donors in Ogden and the Weber County area who would like to participate in the food rescue program.
"Everyone in the food business should know whenever they have food waste, even if it's once a year, they can call us. Don't throw it away. We want to be an available resource to educate people in reducing their food waste, and to make a difference," says Williamson.
Besides "rescuing" food from large excess food donors, Waste Less Solutions also has a program called GardenShare.
"We rescue from backyard gardens. Home gardeners can hop onto our website, locate a cooler, and drop in their extra produce. Then food rescuers will come to the share site and take it to a nonprofit that can get it to the people in need," says Williamson.
Volunteers can also sign up to host a Garden Share site. You can place a cooler on your front porch or another place. "You don't have to be home. It's very convenient," says Williamson.
If you are interested in becoming a "food rescuer," helping to locate new food donors, want to set up a garden share, or putting a sign in your yard advertising the GardenShare program, go to www.wastelesssolutions.org.
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Archive for: Zambezi Life
A Home For Man & Elephants on the Zambezi
3 November, 2019 | Tamlin Wightman
Elephant! Elephant! Someone shouted behind us. We couldn't discern who. Everyone was running to the edge of the banks, metres from where a low fence of branches had been erected around the little bay leading up to the Malombo village. Br...
The Beauty of Insect Life on the Zambezi
24 September, 2019 | Tamlin Wightman
"If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago. If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos." ~ E.O. Wilson Insect activit...
Slow Dancing With Elephants
6 October, 2018 | Tamlin Wightman
If you slow anything down, a scene of a chef cooking ramen, water flowing over a rock, a child running into its parents' arms, the romance in the moment reveals itself. The emotion of a simple gesture. The beauty is revealed because you'...
Together, Side By Side
The Mushekwa village is a short boat ride from our lodge. We sit side by side (with it on our left, if you're looking at the river, not from it). To our right is Muluka, the fishing village. We're far away enough from both to allow for t...
10 Rules of Canoe Etiquette When on the Zambezi
24 August, 2018 | Tamlin Wightman
The Tatler's guide to yachting etiquette calls for "no shoes, swagger or silliness, please." You could say the same rules apply to canoeing down the great Zambezi River. Here are a few of our own polite requests... Our 10 Rules of C...
The Music of the Zambezi River
30 March, 2018 | Tamlin Wightman
"If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music." - Albert Einstein Growing up, my parents played music at every opportunity. Even camping...
For the Love of Forests
We get rather sentimental when we think about forests. Because of how much they mean to us. It's safe to say that we are living right in the thick of one, in our space on the Zambezi's banks. The island itself is one large green lung tha...
We All Need Somewhere Where We Feel Safe
19 February, 2018 | Tamlin Wightman
A sense of safety is something most of us look for when we travel. It determines our destinations, our journeys, and our well-being before, during and after a trip. It allows us a feeling of calm and peace, so that the real work of trave...
An Appreciation For The Little Things
8 February, 2018 | Tamlin Wightman
It's hard to take a bad photo of Royal Chundu and its surrounds, our guest, Tara Turkington, whose images we feature here, told us after her time at the lodge. While we agree, of course, we think it also has a lot to do with Tara's abili...
The Heart of the Zambezi
31 May, 2017 | Tamlin Wightman
The team at Black Bean Productions have captured what we believe to be the heart of the Zambezi, and they have done so, most elegantly, on video, flowing like the great river itself, from our lodge on the riverbank, down to the Victoria ...
In the Garden of Togetherness
As the saying goes, it takes a village to raise a child. And our village, that of Mushekwa, alongside us on the banks of the Zambezi, has many children. Even the children help in raising children. Young boys that reach only to my hips wa...
Breakfast with Monkeys
18 December, 2016 | Tamlin Wightman
Wild animals have perfected the game of playing hard to get. In our relationship with them - one of equality and respect - they make the first move. Should we get impatient, lose ourselves in the excitement, and venture closer, we only s...
And You Thought BBQs Were Just About Food…
17 November, 2016 | Tamlin Wightman
"When I was young I used to watch the night sky for hours, looking for shooting stars. When they fell, I'd go and look for them in my backyard," the traveller beside me on our sunset cruise said, as she gazed up at the night, waiting for...
As We Say in Zambia – Part 1
10 October, 2016 | Tamlin Wightman
Language reveals so much about a country, about what it values most and least. It is a window to the unwritten laws of the land and its people. The traditional proverbs of Zambia, in particular the area around our setting on the upper Za...
Here Comes the Sun, Little Darlin'
Tell me that you too can never sleep on the last night of a holiday. Tell me that you also stay up thinking about all the things that have been and all the things that could still be. Because while it may seem like a burden, it's surely ...
The Infinite Intrigue of the African Skimmer
Whoever said that long distance relationships don't work never fell in love with the African skimmers of the Zambezi River. Perhaps it's easier with birds, though... The skimmers arrive around the month of July, in the dry season, when l...
The Magic of Strange Chances – A Leopard on the Zambezi
19 July, 2016 | Tamlin Wightman
"Many are the strange chances of the world," said Mithrandir in J.R.R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion. Strange chances... those unexpected moments that make the earth feel shaky underfoot, as your body and mind try to readjust to what lie...
5 Places to Practice the Art of Staring out of Windows
Some of us don't need to be reminded to slow down, to take it easy... some of us have procrastination and idleness down to a T. Cats, for instance. They are connoisseurs of this trait. It's something they practice daily, along with the a...
Run, Parrotfish, Run
27 June, 2016 | Tamlin Wightman
"Hobbies are for pleasure, but rituals keep you going." ― David Mitchell The annual Parrotfish Run on the Zambezi is about more than fishing. Taking place between June and August, it is more than a hobby for those who take pa...
For Dads Who Love to Travel
Dads are a diverse breed. They are not one personality, one role, one age. They speak different languages - some use their words, others their hugs; some communicate through quality time, gifts or acts of kindness. Some prefer calm water...
Night Time Is The Right Time
Following on from our feature on sunsets, we bring you a celebration of the night. "Darkness — like silence, like solitude — belongs to that class of blessings increasingly endangered in modern life yet vitally necessary to the human sp...
An Ode to a Hippo
It was morning, becoming late morning quickly. As it does when your head is under the duvet, denying the intrusion of sunlight. And you, an early riser, always, you let me lie in. You didn't make a sound. I would have heard; I was listen...
Moongazers Anonymous
24 April, 2016 | Tamlin Wightman
When you live close to nature, as we do on the Zambezi River, you find yourself taking on a few rather peculiar practices. Obsessive pattern-searching in the clouds and leaves. Potato bush scent-trailing. And, a Royal Chundu favourite......
The Making of a Morning Person
"The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may ha...
We went as humans, we return as makishi
There is a saying among the Luvale people in Zambia: "We went as makishi, we return as humans." Canoeing on the Zambezi, I feel something quite the opposite. It is a human, mere human, who embarks on the adventure and a makishi who retu...
Nightswimming With Elephants
"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day." - Vincent Van Gogh The starry night without doubt transfixed the painter who once uttered the words above, and it captivates us no less. But even more ent...
The Case of the Elusive Zambezi Otter
"... that's the beauty of encounters with the wild... Every moment is one of fortune. And fortune, we believe, favours the patient and grateful, just as much as the brave." We have been practicing what we preach, this art of pati...
Africa's Leading Destination… The Victoria Falls
Image from Batoka Sky, Seasons in Africa Such is nature... Each year the travel world does a tally, a review of the year that's been, of the people and places that stood out. It's called the World Travel Awards and it's an award we wo...
The Life & Times Of A Zambezi Mokoro
26 January, 2016 | Tamlin Wightman
They slip past slowly like birds on the water. Several times throughout the day, even after the sun begins its descent, you'll see one, here and there, with new faces each time. New men at the helm, for it is almost always men. The Tong...
The Season of the Traveller
In December, everyone becomes a traveller. Even those who stay home for the holidays tend to explore their neighbourhood a little more than they would during the rest of the year. The home becomes the guesthouse, a sanctuary of couch nap...
The Mysterious Language of Trees
3 December, 2015 | Tamlin Wightman
The Birds And The Trees There are months when I have more meaningful encounters with trees than people. Maybe that says more about me than the nature of trees, but it isn't because I loathe mankind. Not at all. It is merely due to the ea...
The Animals You'll Meet on the Zambezi
"Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That's the problem," said A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh creator and general man of underrated wisdom. In our remote setting on the Zambezi, we often see more animal life than human. T...
How To Be Quiet – Unexpected Lessons From Unexpected Guests
We are very grateful for this blog and are greatly saddened when the noise of the outside world keeps us from it. Partly because it allows us, as Anaïs Nin wrote, to taste life twice, and partly because it reminds of the little things th...
The River of Romance
"What the world needs now is love, sweet love. It's the only thing that there's just too little of. What the world needs now is love, sweet love. No not just for some but for everyone..." Of all of nature's forms, the rivers of the wo...
How To Explore The Zambezi
There are many ways to explore the Zambezi River, but only two ways to approach it. With caution and respect. Think of it as a wild horse. With all its beauty and allure, it is still wild. It does bite. But if you follow the rules, it's ...
Tiger Fishing & The Art of Becoming a Man
8 July, 2015 | Tamlin Wightman
Tiger fishing is not for the faint of heart. Not simply because of the fish itself, with its razor teeth... that Hydrocynus vittatus, considered Africa's equivalent of the South American piranha and the first freshwater fish recorded and...
The Secret Life of the Zambezi Elephant
"There is mystery behind that masked gray visage, and ancient life force, delicate and mighty, awesome and enchanted, commanding the silence ordinarily reserved for mountain peaks, great fires, and the sea." - Peter Matthiessen What w...
The Manketti – Zambia's most useful tree
17 May, 2015 | Marina Smithers
The Manketti tree is a large tree, 7 – 20 metres in height, the diameter up to 60 cm. It gets its leaves in mid to end October, flowers and begin to bear fruits end October towards beginning of November. The fruit ripens from February to...
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Welcome to the Royal Chundu blog, our love-notes from Zambia, a space where our lodge comes to life and the Zambezi flows through the tales of our guests and staff. Discover more about The Royal Chundu Experience in the pages that lie ahead.
The Answers to Life in the Touch of a Child's Hand
Our Food Philosophy: Is it Good, is it Sustainable, is it Uplifting?
The Great Rhythms of the Victoria Falls
A Birdwatcher's Guide
A Taste of Zambia
For The Explorer
Royal Chundu News
The Faces of Royal Chundu
The Royal Chundu Cocktail Series
Travellers' Thoughts
Zambezi Life
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