Sunday, June 12, 2022

SOTANGHON CON CALDO AND HOMETOWN FIESTAS


In the Island of Rapu-Rapu, Albay

Jaime E. Masagca

 


From the port, one of the most beautiful sunsets

Reminiscing fiesta breakfasts in my maternal grandfather’s house. The food waiting for us after the 6:00 o'clock mass is sotanghon con caldo, marca sotes, ibos, suman latik, and a hot cup of hot tablea (native chocolate). 


 


Suman, Ibos, and Latik



My great aunt, Paulina, aunts, close kins, and us visiting nephews will be in the first table or “Primera Lamesa” while distant relatives and tenants would be busy serving other fares or busy cooking food for lunch a few hours after when other visitors would arrive. 



Latik and Tablea


I miss those days when we attend mass with our great aunt Paulina and her husband Aurelio, we in our crisp white long-sleeved shirt and dark long pants and our aunt in her delicately ironed Sunday dress. 

 


Sotanghon con Caldo



From that, I got the habit of occupying the front pew, though later I also have to be up front as an acolyte and as a member of the boy's choir and later in the 80s as an organist in another church.

 


Parish Church of St. Florentina

Going home for my mother's hometown fiestas was something we look forward to, in our younger years to just romp and play in my grandfather's stack of Manila hemp, but as we grew up to be with other relatives and childhood friends with whom we spent more time with than in the ancestral house.

 

From the pier a porter would take my bags to my grandfather's house, just mentioning the name of "Ms. Ecal", who is well known in the community being a school teacher, or "Tata Dadoy na Pilay", my grandfather, while I would walk and along the way, I would drop by at several houses of relatives and friends and be home much much later to the worry of our Aunt Goly as the bags are there but not the children.

 


My late cousin Salvador was still called then by old folks as "Empon" while me as "Bondying", after the movie title that was popular at the time I was born. It was my older cousins in Tabaco City that gave me that name says, my mother.

 

I remember going home to my mother's hometown every election to support my grandfather and other relatives running for public office but going home for the fiestas is best.

 




Sta. Florentina, Patron Saint of Rapu-Rapu, Albay

On May 27 will again be the town's fiesta but sadly we can't be home.

 

Saturday, June 11, 2022

THE PAIN OF TOLERANCE


Jaime E. Masagca

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2016 has come to an end and we all survived the challenges of life, the pain of tolerance of difficult people, and the wrath of nature. Many have survived too the punishments reserved for corruption, indifference, bearing false witnesses, and all forms of excesses. But as a song goes, "well, maybe this year (Send In The Clowns)". When karma comes, which definitely will come, it will be like the clowns coming in for the righteous.

 

A few days ago I read that professional journalists and writers in a forum have belittled bloggers, the latter being "untrained" unlike those who are graduates of journalism courses.

 


Blogger @ Boracay Island Resort

The real difference between the first kind and bloggers is that the former have merely acquired the skills and eventually write for a living, for money which makes them susceptible to succumb to "envelop-mental journalism". 

 

Bloggers on the other hand have that intrinsic talent in playing with words to create a beautiful tapestry of ideas, which no school can perhaps teach, as no institution can mold a soul nor coach a heart to express ideas in a different and even in an unorthodox way.

 

Bloggers my dear write with the language of the heart and not by the pen that is devoid of life.



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THE SOCIO-POLITICAL ARMAGEDDON OF 2022


Jaime E. Masagca

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Before the next stack of manuscripts for editing arrive, I want to share my thoughts and experiences in the 2022 Presidential and Local Elections, which is unprecedented in my over half a century of recollections.

 

Unpredicted but filled with human interests, from the frenzied, irrational, and even bizarre as bringing to a political rally a terminally ill patient.

 

Elections as far as I can remember held in November in the past and my maternal families must go home to my grandfather's island town to vote, when the latter and several of his cousins and friends were still active in politics, including my godfather who I recall was the vice mayor. As a small kid, my aunts and grandfather would be amused if I stand up with a make-believe political speech for the latter. 

 

It was something of a family reunion, to go home and vote, not just to go out and vote. That was the era of slow but sure counting of election results, where vote buying is unheard of, so far back that the concept of automation was far from anyone's imagination.  There was just food for everybody who may want to have lunch, not in my grandfather's house but in a relative's house, our Tata Imo, short for Guillermo, as it's not the family custom to have anyone come in except on fiestas and when expressly invited.  My Chinese-Filipino grandfather was a stickler to protocols and privacy which my contemporaries in the town say I’ve inherited. 

 

During those days, petitions for disqualifications premised on issues of citizenship by jus soli or jus sanguinis were unheard of.  My great-grandfather was an immigrant from Xiamen, China but it was alright for my grandfather to run as he had lived with the constituents long enough to be fondly called "Dadoy na Pilay" because of his congenital foot deformity and can't wear shoes. (He wasn't conscious about it, that he even joked that when he visited a good friend in the Old Congress, he was the only one that left footprints on its marbled floors.)  What mattered then was either being a Nationalista, my grandfather's political party, or with the Liberals. 

 


I've got no political inclination, not only as always advised by older relatives to stay out of politics, or as a friend's comment that I should stay out as "I am not suited for it because of my stubbornness and idealism". But I still hear suggestions that I go home as the place is being left behind. Indeed, the town is very rich yet remained poor because of many factors that can perhaps be inquired about in an academic dissertation. 

 

I even joked that no other town is as rich as even people there are surnamed Diamante (diamond) and Bulawan (gold).

 

The town is not nevertheless isolated from tic tocs and other social media platforms' complacency. Bluntly saying it, I and some friends that have links to the place were somewhat dismayed by the blind support and zealous behavior of many in defense of their presidential choice, apparently for failing to winnow the chaff of disinformation from the enlightening grains of truth, or was there an intentional preference for the chaff?

 

By analogy, boats have two outriggers for balance and stability. The same with a democratic society that one has always to be on the other side of the fence for each other's sanity and better perspectives. It was just unfortunate that there resulted in a negative societal divergence; the analytical against the moronic, the intellectual versus the dumb, the principled vs. the leeches, and of course the whole truth versus the "alternative truth", though respect and restraint are still mandated.

 

However, with so much destabilization, it's hard to remain apolitical. With so many lies that mislead, it's hard not to speak the truth. With so much stupidity, it's hard not to ridicule. With so much impertinence, it's hard to be humble, AND with so much affront, it was hard not to fight back.

 

Nobody should expect that all will agree with each view and comment posted on social media platforms. Everyone has the right to an opinion that may be incongruent with ours.


They could hate, mock, or curse for all we care. Anyway, we also have that right to amusingly ridicule another’s incorrigible absurdity but let us not despise the dim-witted for foolhardiness enhances wisdom as darkness is to light.

 

From a larger standpoint, the 2022 national election has become a contemporary socio-political Armageddon, a Götterdämmerung or Ragnarok which in Norse mythology "refers to a prophesied war among various beings and gods, that ultimately results in the burning, immersion in water, and renewal of the world... 'or a disastrous conclusion of events".  

 

On the battlefield called social media, the political clash was fierce and contentiousIt has even polarized public opinion, with the thinking class and incorrigible pudding heads.

 

The recent political contest has defined social strata and religious groups, and soured relationships, which sadly has isolated the Catholic church by the partisan stand of some of its Bishops, priests, nuns, and the laity, with their message of hate, baseless judgment, sacrilege, blasphemy, and other uncalled-for acts that are outside of the sensibilities and functions of the Church.   On the contrary, it has instead led to the defeat of their anointed candidate.  No matter what, Filipinos still have that sense of decency to reject disproportionate mudslinging, cursing, and their priests engaging in active politicking. 

 

What was gratifying though is that while some in the Church have chosen to tread the path to Judecca, many have remained neutral and true to their vocation. 

 

The so-called "community pantries" organized by the religious groups were observably conceived to portray the present administration as inept in addressing the needs of the people during the height of the pandemic, that people are hungry and suffering, hence a call for change, to vote for the opposition.

 

Thus, I was motivated to write then: 

 

 

ALE, ALENG NAKA PUTI

 

Isang Community Pantry kung ito’y tawagin...

 

Aking nadaanan at ako’y nagtaka.

Mahigit isang taon na ang pandemyang ito

Na marami ang nabigla, nabahala,

At nagutom lalo na sa simula. 

 

Bagamat marami ang kaagad tumulong ng kusa 

Sa iba’t ibang paraan sa abot ng kaya

Ng walang karatula o banderitas na makulay

Bakit ngayon lang kayo Ale, Aleng naka puti?

 

Sa tawag ng panahon at mga hinaing

Ang inyong pinto’y matagal na naka pinid 

Tulad ng tenga na naging bingi. 

Ako tuloy nagdududa sa inyong mithi.

 

 

Who says that we should not be critical of our government? Yes, we all should but in the context of democratic exercise for cooperation, logic, and for alternative solutions to issues. It should never be for the purpose of destabilizing, discrediting, and pushing for a particular person to be in power and assuring that such denunciations would not serve as a showcase of the critic's idiocy.

 

I always contended that elections and personal preferences of candidates become divisive only when personalities are elevated as demi-gods that we fall to delusions of the promises of panacea from the imaginary ills of the present system which fallacies damage our social sanity; more so that we as people are generally prone to emotionalism and perhaps to fanaticism and pessimism that traps us in the ruinous cycle of tolerance.

 


Aptly the outcome of over 31 million votes in favor of Ferdinand R. Marcos, Jr. was perceived to be the emphatic conclusion of the yellow regime institutionalized by a farcical revolution hatched mainly by the oligarchs and the dominant church.


 

Not in rare occasions that there were attempts to sway me away from my preferences, and from the convictions of my reason and principles.  I was unfollowed, perhaps unfriended on Facebook, flooded with private messages on the excesses of the Marcoses, evident collapse of the economy with a BBM victory and other adverse propaganda. But my academic trainings have taught me to be analytical of facts, of statistical figures, and to discard anything that has no basis, unproven or are mere hearsays.  Baseless skepticism and pessimism are indicative of a moronic behavior, that entertains fictional thoughts in a serious scenario.

 


President-Elect Ferdinand "Bongbong" Marcos, Jr. 
in Legazpi City

I had but one sacred vote, but I joined the battle of the gods to preserve the free and guided choice of the people, and that I was voting as a Filipino, not as a Bicolano.  What is my solitary vote nor my ostensible lack of capacity to influence voters that the other camp would entice me to jump over the fence? 

 

I was "canceled" but strangely I had more friend requests on social media. I did not accept the "surveillance cameras", only the active intellectuals.

 

To the thinking mind the election process was an opportunity to seek truth and justice relentlessly, but with prudence to ferret out lies and commit no injustice, but not taking sides is moronic.  True neutrality is siding with the truth, justice, and who is right whoever they are like in the never-ending story about Martial Law.

 

I was already a college student then to know. While there were verified reports of abuses, the so-called victims were those engaged in armed struggle, in fanning the flames of anarchy, rebellion, and insurrection. When someone hits you it's about what you have done. Even snakes do not strike unprovoked.

 

Many of the contemporary protesters are millennials that are ignorant of what the regime was all about.  The civil government then continued to function with the elected local executives on the status quo, in sharp contrast with the Cory government where the Constitutional authority was replaced with a revolutionary government, and local officials were replaced with officers-in-charge.

 

The State must also protect itself from lawless violence and all other external and internal threats including fake news with the intent to destabilize that mass media was abridged. 

 

Suppression of press freedom is unacceptable in a democracy. But the abuse of press freedom with lies and fables, to twist the truth, mislead the people, to subvert justice is far greater a tragedy that inevitably history must be re-written or "revised" as it truly happened.  That's revisionism from a precisely moral viewpoint.

 

Long after the pink ribbons have faded away and hysteria has died down, toxicity persists, with many more rabid than dogs guarding its litter.

 

Students have walked out of their classes, asked for Academic Breaks as if it was a fad, and gone to the streets ranting rehashed slogans and the battle cry that dates to the "1st Quarter Storm".  Pardon guys but your slip is showing who and what motivated you. I've been there, done that, and re-think.

 

The same for any government or any administration. Nothing is good enough for the opposition, the critical, the biased media, and the so-called perennial street parliamentarians. Nothing is good enough, even when they by chance come to power.

 

I'm no stranger to rallies and protest actions and inclusions in the military's hot list but was never convinced with that foreign ideology that the youths are dying for.  We were just there for change on localized issues.

 


Outside of the Premier University, I've also attempted to be recruited to the propaganda arm of the National Democratic Front but declined as it is but blind idealism of a radical school of thought that has gone bankrupt and won’t work for man's longtime social survival.

 

The "Academic Breaks" clamored by students is claimed to de-stress them secondary to the election results, in a poll where they are not the candidates or the latter even knowing them.  Generations X and Baby Boomers may have gone through the worst stress or anxieties but have weathered them.  Something is conclusively wrong with most millennials and centennials being stressed so easily even by imaginary occurrences, that together with the incidence of suicidal cases, mental health among the youths has to be looked into by parents, the academe, and the government.

 

One or two of the Bishops that are continually being critical of the presumptive President in their offensive language of "I have no other words for you but EVIL", are unknowingly describing themselves instead.

 


What interests does the Church have in the outcome of the elections? The fear of being "canceled" or the shame of losing credibility as obviously God had not granted their prayers? But how can they get heaven's favors with all their blasphemy and sacrilege? 

 

Church history even tells us that "not all of man’s actions are of God’s". Legend would have it that "Rita was refused admission into the cloister but was transported overnight into the locked convent by her patron saints, John the Baptist, Augustine, and Nicholas of Tolentino".

 


Being critical of the clergy doesn’t make us less of being a Catholic. Neither should it be taken as an attack on the Church. On the contrary, being critical is defending the Church from its prophetic enemies.  

 

What we need now is to strengthen the faith, unify the faithful, respect other faiths, and not scatter the flock into mocking other faiths if we believe in the universality of redemption.

 

Propaganda from the losing side continues to trickle and expectedly, a reaction is elicited.  Instinctively, if it's itchy it should be scratched. If it's bitchy, it should be bashed, the same with public posts on social media. 

 

I came across a posting of disgust that sounded so authoritative, given his academic degrees. Unfortunately, it was hollow being not anchored on anything factual. The same with a trying hard analyst who in futility discourses things that are outside of his discipline. Political creativeness has also its limits. Unfortunately, we had a deluge of overnight lawyers, tax experts, and historians. Conversely, the brilliant lawyers have become ignorant, and those that excelled academically have been exposed to be nothing but pseudo-intellectuals.

 

Credibility is more than calling one a dictator's son, a thief, or a tax evader.  What if someone also calls somebody, "a child of an adulteress" and the like?  It was the opposite that add up to the 31 million-plus winning votes.

 

Nobody should expect that all will agree with our views and comments posted on social media platforms. Everyone has the right to an opinion that may be incongruent with ours. They could hate, mock, or curse for all we care. Anyway, we also have that right to amusingly ridicule another's incorrigible stupidity. 

 

AND, for the yellow remnants in government, it's not moral to seek the downfall of the very authority that appointed you in Office by unduly siding with its enemies Be critical, yes, but support by all means your Chief Executive unless loyalty or decency is beyond the morals that you have no right to remain even for a second more.

 

 

"YOUR GOD IS NOT MY GOD"


@ Davao City Cathedral


Jaime E. Masagca

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"Your God is not my God"... was President Rodrigo Duterte's statement that shocked many, certainly the religious and the faithful.


I was also appalled by such a brazen statement in the President's signature fit of disgust, annoyance, and uncontrolled utterances. Some of the latter's uncouth language may excusably be taken as "bulaklak ng dila" (literally means flower of the tongue), given his ethnic origin. It's the same way that in some parts of Bicol it is common to hear the "f" word in every other spoken sentence.


It was only now that I come to realize what could be the true import of that "offensive" utterances. When I saw someone recently, I remembered an incident when he was arguing with another, where the former shouted: "So your God is ruthless, a God that is unforgiving, quick to punish, and biased. 'That is not my God!". He explained that his concept of God "is someone fair, forgiving, and loving corrects rather than immediately damns". 

I could have said the same thing, or had I when to my discrimination an act of a religious was in a flagrant misapplication of her duty and vows in that habit? 


It now connects with the recent use of the religious for political propaganda to endorse a favored candidate, showing their concept of a God that is political and whose divine will can be swayed or dictated upon their incantations that are weighty with blasphemy and sacrilege. A god with disciples that are filled with anger, hate, and false pride, and think that at all times the Lord's will is theirs?


That kind of god some clerics portray is therefore not the same God that we or I worship. The god of these people is certainly also not our God.





PAVLOVIAN AND BANDURIAN SOCIAL LEARNING THEORIES MANIFEST IN THE CHEWIES

Jaime E. Masagca

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Ivan Pavlov, a Russian physiologist has discovered classical conditioning (known as Pavlovian or respondent conditioning), which is learning through association. In simple terms, two stimuli are linked together to produce a new learned response in a person or animal.



Mai and Iam, Shi Tzu Breed

 

Albert Bandura, A Canadian-American psychologist, had likewise proposed the Social Learning Theory, which emphasizes "the importance of observing, modeling, and imitating the behaviors, attitudes, and emotional reactions of others; that social behavior is learned by observing and imitating the behavior of others", or learning behavior by individuals through observation.

 


The above theories well explain why Iam and Mai, the lion and Chewbacca, get so excited whenever I get my face mask, get their leash, or simply say the magic words, "ride car". 

 

Every 5:00 o'clock in the morning and 4:00 o'clock in the afternoon, they would wake me up or start licking my legs, asking me to be taken out for a walk or a ride. Sometimes they would get the leash and deposit it in my bed.

 


But what is extraordinary is that whenever I lie down in bed for some time, particularly at night, they would romp on my chest and lick my face – OBVIOUSLY TO CHECK IF I AM STILL ALIVE.

 

This was after my falling flat on the floor and that night when I can't get up while chilling convulsively without any fever (because of bad spirits). The Chewies would rush to me every time I slip.

 

It is my wish, though, following Bandura's Theory, that the Chewies would imitate our neighbor's Chihuahua and Aspin that could walk not less than six kilometers almost every morning, without smelling everything or minding all dogs and cats along the way. They should also learn not to lead or choose the route but should follow their human.




MY RECOLLECTIONS OF MARTIAL LAW

Jaime E. Masagca

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Inauguration of a Government Project
in Legazpi City. Road widening/ improvement, 1970s


The issue of Martial Law declared during the incumbency of President Ferdinand E. Marcos persists 30 years after, with greater dynamism since the latter's son is aspiring for the presidency in the 2022 Presidential Elections.

 

Oddly, it's those who were not yet born or were too young to remember that are too vocal against it. "Never again!", is their mantra.

 

I was barely 18 years old and in my second year in college when Martial Law was declared on September 21, 1972. As television was not yet popular in our place, and we rarely listen to AM radios, I came to learn of it when I overheard a neighbor saying that it's much better and safer as people have avoided the streets unless with legitimate business or purpose. A local broadcaster was saying goodbye on-air as they will be operating only up to noontime on that day.

 

All local radio stations ceased to operate but the accessible TV channel, I think the Kanlaon Broadcasting System (KBS), continued, where the President, sitting in his leather and brass tack desk chair, declaring Martial Law, was replayed several times in a day in black and white reception. Later, it was Information Secretary Francisco "Kit" Tatad, wearing a barong Tagalog,  that was reading the subsequent Presidential Proclamations.

 

Since local radio stations have ceased to operate, about a week or two later we had DWWW of the Banahaw Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) broadcasting in Quezon City. As it was the only station open and reception was good, we young people know by heart the network's station ID jingle, Jose Mari Chan's "Big Beautiful Country".

 

"Welcome world to this big, beautiful country,
Find your dreams, and give us your heart.
Here we are the rainbow people,
Reaching out to sunshine people,
Singing out, come share our laughter, brother.

You're bound to love this big, beautiful country,
Come and live and you shall see.
We promise you a new horizon, bright as bright can be
So welcome world to this big, beautiful country"

 

I'm not sure if the lyrics have any reference to the promises of the New Society, or it was merely incidental. 

 

While civil agencies continue to operate, classes at all levels were suspended for a month. But we in the Reserved Officer's Training Corps (ROTC) were already directed to report for training.  The Army training officer was kidding us that he thought we have already joined the rebel group.

 

Officers in the services of the Armed Forces were then obliged to be in complete military uniform during duty, and government employees were also required to be in uniform and have a plastic nameplate with their name, agency, and official designation.  


Martial law was not horrible as many in the younger generations portray it, so long as you do not take up armed struggle. It was just a question of reasonable discipline, though there were restrictions like possession of "subversive" documents, being unduly critical of the government which harbors on inciting to sedition or rebellion, illegal assemblies, jaywalking, and of course, there were the curfew hours that start at 10:00 p.m. I don't see media gag then, they were just observing general guidelines or self-imposed etiquettes. The era has also ushered in the formation of the Kapisanan ng mga Brodkaster ng Pilipinas (KBP) for self regulation.

 

Long hair, or "Beatles type" is discouraged, though since secondary years we were in a boy's high school it was already prohibited, more that throughout high school we had the Preparatory Military Training (PMT); and campus activism and fraternity actions have ceased.

 

Business was good then but the only drawback of Martial Law was that since there were no local elections, some local government units stagnated with inept local elective officials.  Then there were noted early pregnancies or weddings. 

 

Since discotheques and clubs were not so popular then, and ever there are, they have to close before 10:00 p.m. because of the curfew hours. The young ones would instead hold "overnight" private parties in a "kabarkada's" home.  

 

Expectedly, nobody's a "fair lady" to dance all night that sleeping or not "sleeping together" is very much possible.  I know of several friends that got married early because of pregnancy, or the girl failed to inform her parents of the overnight party that in the morning the boyfriend has to face the ire of the former, and marriage often follows.

 

The serious implications of martial law include the suspension of the Writ of Habeas Corpus, and the Presidential Commitment Order (PCO), wherein "during a state of martial law or when the privilege of the writ of habeas corpus is suspended, the President may issue orders of arrest or commitment orders as to any person whose arrest or detention is, in the judgment of the President, required by public safety and as a means to repel or quell an invasion or imminent danger thereof, 'and the person so arrested or detained shall not be released until so ordered by the President or his duly authorized representative".

 

Later it was modified as Preventive  Detention Action (PDA) according to Presidential Decree No.1877, series of 1983, when arrest may be made "when resorting to judicial processes is not possible or expedient without endangering public order and safety,  and preventively detain him or them for a period not exceeding one year and sequester all arms, equipment or property used or to be used in the commission of the crime or crimes". However, the President  "may either order the release, authorize the further detention of or direct the filing of the proper information in Court against said person or persons".

The PCO and PDA were however applicable only to the "crimes of rebellion, sedition, and related crimes and the conspiracy and/or proposal to commit said crimes under Articles 135, 136, 138, 140, 141, and 142 of the Revised Penal Code, subversion", as well as "subversion and the conspiracy and/or proposal to commit the same", but peddled by critics as an indiscriminate action.

As martial law has its purpose to quell "the fanatical pursuit of the conspiracy and widespread acts of violence, depredations, sabotage, and injuries by lawless elements against the people", certainly the rule would hurt only those that are engaged in such acts.

 

Involuntary disappearance, indefinite detentions, and even extrajudicial killings are not discounted. But undoubtedly the same could have been attributed to the dissident's movement, either in its "purging" of the ranks, reprisal for uncooperative civilians. or retaliation against individual military personnel.

 

Maximum tolerance was the general policy of the President that later we read. in the papers that I included, was the subject of a PCO because of leading a mass action of transport workers. 

 

We opted to surrender with the aid of the legal panel but the military General sent us away as they were not in receipt of any order of our arrest.

 

It was during that period that we saw the predecessor of the contemporary "Build Build Build Program" on road networks and facilities that include the SLEX, Philippine Heart Center, Kidney Center, CCP, PICC, Folk Arts Theater, San Juanico Bridge, the "South Road" to Bicol, among others. It was easier as a mere marginal note of the President on requests is sufficient for lower officials to initiate a project.

 

It was also when art and culture were given all support, and I remember that the issue of frequent brownouts in our City was quickly addressed during a Presidential visit.

 

Like any other era, the Martial Law years, or what some say is "the period of living dangerously", wasn't all that bad, especially after the realization in comparison with the next.



 

 

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