An interview with Damon Galgut, 18, on the occasion of the publication of his first novel in 1982

   

When I read today that the South African author, Damon Galgut, was on the shortlist for the 2010 Man Booker Prize, one of the world's most prestigious literary awards, I suddenly remembered having interviewed him for the Sunday Times Magazine way back in 1982, when he was a lanky, moody teenager doing publicity for his first novel, A Sinless Season.

So I hauled out the yellowing clippings, which I knew would come in handy one day, if only to cause myself embarrassment.

Although I do think that the photograph, which I took because the mag's own photographer was elsewhere occupied, is pretty good for an amateur journalist-produced photograph. At least the subject looks suitably distracted and thoughtful.

Anyway, click on the jpgs here to embiggen them and get a closer look at the interview and the photograph. And good luck, Mr Galgut.

 

I feel much better about Press Freedom after editing the President's letter

Dear Mr President,

Thank you for your contribution to the current debate around media freedom in South Africa. It is good to hear the voice of reason and moderation coming from the Highest Office in the land!

I am sure that every right-thinking, freedom-loving citizen of this country will take heart from your principled stand against any form of Government interference in the pursuit and practise of media freedom.

At the same time, and in keeping with this spirit of uncompromising freedom, I have taken the liberty of suggesting some small cuts to your editorial in the latest issue of ANC Today.

This has been done purely in the interests of facilitating the overall flow, and eliminating any ifs, buts, ands, whiles, and howevers that tend to get in the way of your clear and unequivocal message of support for the freedoms enshrined in Section 16 of the Bill of Rights of the South African Constitution.

I have crossed out and highlighted these bits, and have left everything else pristine and unchanged.

Thank you, Sir, and here's to truth, justice, freedom, and the South African Way!

Respectfully yours,

The Editor

 

Letter From the President

Let the real media debate begin

 

Letter for the PresidentSixteen years after freedom, South Africa's young and fragile democracy continues to mature and has surpassed that of some of the world's most developed democracies.

The features and strength of any democracy is amongst others, robust and open debate, without fear and prejudice.

The Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, (Act 108 of 1996), has a Bill of Rights, which amongst others guarantees the freedom of the media and expression.

As the ANC, we worked hard to get this clause into the Constitution and with good reason.

We firmly believe that the media must be allowed to do its work freely and without fear or prejudice, within the context of the Constitution and the law.

Nothing must be done by government or any authority to undermine or erode these fundamental rights.

While recognising the role that the media plays in a democracy such as ours, this role must be understood within the context of strengthening our country's human rights culture and promoting the values enshrined in our Constitution.

The Constitution of the Republic of South Africa is the supreme law of the land, and serves as a guide to all of us, including the media.

We must all operate and function within its letter and spirit.

The critical question to ask is what is the role of the media in the promotion of our country's human rights culture and the Bill of Rights? Does it have a role in promoting nation building? Does it have a role to play in the promotion of the country's prosperity, stability and the well-being of its people? Is it a spectator, or does it have vested interests and an agenda, political and commercial, that it cherishes and promotes?

I have observed and have been following the debate on the ANC proposal to have parliament investigate the desirability of establishing the Media Appeals Tribunal (MAT) with keen interest. I must state from the onset that I am astounded by the commentaries and opinion pieces written by some within the media fraternity and within the society broadly, in reaction to this important debate. Some suggest that the establishment of the MAT is meant to settle scores. Others still suggest that this is an attempt by the ruling party to control and bulldoze the media using the tactics of apartheid regime.

To even suggest that the ANC and its government could have any similarities to the apartheid regime is not only preposterous, it is also disingenuous and an unbearable insult. Arguments that the ANC wants to muzzle the print media is premised on a falsehood that the ruling party, the ANC has no ethics, morals and values and that it does not want the media to expose some of its cadres when they are in trouble with the law, including corruption.

We will not dwell on refuting these arguments. All right thinking and properly informed people know that it is the ANC democratic government that has made it fashionable to fight corruption, and even to talk about fighting corruption. We have a big arsenal of instruments to fight corruption within the State, and these are performing their functions very effectively and the positive results of these are there for all who are willing to see them to see.

Other than law enforcement agencies, we have Chapter 9 institutions such as the Public Protector, South African Human Rights Commission, Auditor General and others, managed by highly capable and distinguished men and women. We are very proud of their work.

Unfortunately, it is the misleading and over-defensive arguments by some media practitioners and their supporters that have muddied what would have ordinarily been a productive and a necessary debate within the context of our Constitution.

The time has come for the real debate to begin. Let us move away from the hysteria and dwelling on individual experiences. Let us look at the issues and the state of the media in South Africa as an institution that claims to be the watchdog of South African society.

The media has put itself on the pedestal of being the guardian. We therefore have the right to ask, who is guarding the guardian? All institutions, even parliament has mechanisms in place to keep them in check. Almost all professions have similar mechanisms from teachers to architects, doctors, engineers, politicians, lawyers and others.

This is based on the principle that in practising their rights and doing their jobs, these professionals may trample on the rights of others and the victims must have recourse through legitimate institutions. The starting point is that media owners and media practitioners cannot claim that this institution is totally snow white and without fault. They cannot claim that the media products we have in our country today, adequately reflect the lives and aspirations of all South Africans, especially the poor.

Can a guardian be a proper guardian when it does not reflect the society it claims to protect and represent?

They cannot claim that there is a diversity of ownership, content and staffing within the newsrooms. When a person from ku-Qumbu in the Transkei opens a newspaper in the morning, does he or she see himself or herself in it? Is it a mirror of his or her life - past, present and future.

For instance, South Africans rebelled against the media in June-July this year, united in their diversity. When the gloom and doom dominated news reportage over many months, they decided to defy the chorus of division and negativity and projected the type of society they want to be, and how they want to be viewed by the world. That is one 2010 FIFA World Cup tournament lesson that the media has not yet realised or that they are choosing to pretend it did not happen.

Let us move beyond the hysteria, let the real debate begin. Our first point is that before looking at what they regard as external threats and perceived external threats, the media should conduct introspection first. During our State visit to Russia a week ago, Russian television was running a promotional jingle saying: "How dependent is the independent media? Who pays for the news?"

We also have every right to look at other pressures facing journalists, which make them compromise quality of their stories. The media is a business enterprise. Its primary issue is to make a profit. The media products must make money and be commercially viable. Press freedom and the like are noble principles, but we all know that what drives the media is money, like all businesses.

There is fierce competition to increase circulation figures in order to boost advertising. This puts many editors under constant pressure from media owners. They do not talk about this in public. They talk about press freedom and perceived potential external threats to it from government, the ruling party and not threats from commercial interests.

Therefore, the debate about "who pays for the news" must also be opened, in a constructive manner. Are editors under pressure to sell their papers and to increase their circulation figures at whatever cost, including at times relying on unchecked and unverified smears in order to boost sales and circulation?

What protection does an ordinary citizen who cannot afford lawyers have when their rights have been violated? How can they compete with powerful business interests who control the media either through ownership or advertising spend?

The ANC cannot and will not pose any threat to the media. It is not in its interests to do so.

Not when it is working so hard to consolidate and protect this hard-won democracy and freedom.

We would never do anything to jeopardise the gains we have made.

But we have a responsibility to democratise every aspect of South African society including the media. It is our historical duty.

The ANC has for many decades led struggles to liberate the masses of our people, both black and white, from the repressive system of apartheid. As early as the 1950's, the ANC defined the kind of South Africa it wants. This culminated in the adoption of the Freedom Charter, which forms the basis of our work and programme of action since 1994.

It was in this context that the African National Congress adopted the MAT resolution at its 52nd National Conference in 2007.

It is proper to publish the full resolution.

"ON MEDIA FREEDOM

125. The ANC must promote the school of thought which articulates media freedom within the context of the South African Constitution, in terms of which the notion that the right to freedom of expression should not be elevated above other equally important rights such as the right to privacy and more important rights and values such as human dignity.

ON THE ESTABLISHMENT OF A MEDIA APPEALS TRIBUNAL (MAT)

126. Conference adopts the recommendation of the Policy conference that the establishment of a MAT be investigated. It accordingly endorses that such investigation be directed at examining the principle of a MAT and the associated modalities for implementation. Conference notes that the creation of a MAT would strengthen, complement and support the current self-regulatory institutions (Press Ombudsman/Press Council) in the public interest.

127. This discourse on the need for a MAT should be located within a proper context. It has to be understood as an initiative to strengthen the human rights culture embodied in the principles of our constitution (Constitution Act of 1996) and an effort to guarantee the equal enjoyment of human rights by all citizens.

128. It particularly relates to the balancing of human rights in line with section 36 of the Constitution of the Republic. This especially relates to the need to balance the right to freedom of expression, freedom of the media, with the right to equality, to privacy and human dignity for all.

129. The investigation should consider the desirability that such a MAT be a statutory institution, established through an open, public and transparent process, and be made accountable to Parliament. The investigation should further consider the mandate of the Tribunal and its powers to adjudicate over matters or complaints expressed by citizens against print media, in terms of decisions and rulings made by the existing self-regulatory institutions, in the same way as it happens in the case of broadcasting through the Complaints and Compliance Committee of ICASA.

130. The investigation should further consider remedial measures which will safeguard and promote the human rights of all South Africans.

131. The Media and other stakeholders, including civil society, shall be consulted to ensure that the process is open, transparent and public. Parliament will be charged with this mandate to establish this MAT, in order to guarantee the principles of independence, transparency, accountability and fairness.

It is evident from the resolution, that the proposed establishment of the MAT, even at the time that the ANC discussed and adopted it, was never and will never be used to settle scores or to undermine the Constitution of the Republic. The ANC acknowledges the need for the work of the MAT to be transparent and fair, and this can be effectively done through people's institutions such as parliament which has public representatives.

Our parliamentarians come from different political parties, and importantly the public is also allowed through due processes to participate in the work of government. The allegation that the ANC therefore through the establishment of the MAT, wants to control the media is false and misleading. The MAT is meant to protect South Africans, rich or poor, black or white, rural or urban. The ANC, as the leader in South African society, cannot fail in its duty to defend our Constitution and to protect and defend the rights of citizens.

The debate has nothing to do with the experiences of certain individuals with the media. This is not personal, it is aimed at advancing the freedoms that are enshrined in our Constitution. It is aimed at ensuring that those who do not have money to go to lawyers can still obtain protection, as they do from the Broadcasting Complaints Commission of South Africa.

The broadcast media is regulated to protect the public as it is such a powerful institution. The print media, like other institutions, cannot be viewed to be above the Constitution. All South Africans are equal before the law, and they are equal before the Constitution of the Republic. We must remember also that no right is absolute in terms of our Bill of Rights. Therefore our interpretation of our individual rights must always be understood in the context of the rights of other South Africans.

Our contention is that the ANC does not, and will never pose any threat to media freedom. The media must seriously conduct an introspection and open a constructive debate about the role of this institution in a post-apartheid South Africa. Is the media a mirror of South African society? Is it in touch with what the majority of South Africans feel and think? Does this institution actually know and understand South Africans? Why was it surprised by the explosion of national pride during the Soccer World Cup tournament? Why did South Africans decide to rise above the daily diet of negativity and defeatism that they are fed daily in the media?

What is the impact of ownership on content and staffing? What is the ideological outlook of the media? Is there an alienation with the post-apartheid democratic order and thinking? Are we on the same wavelength regarding where South Africa should go politically, socially and economically? Does the media understand this well enough to articulate it to South Africans, to enable to accurately judge government action and performance?

Let me reiterate that the ANC will never do anything that undermines the spirit of the Constitution of the Republic, and which erodes the dignity and rights of other people, regardless of their standing in society.

Let us have an open debate about the role of the media and its alignment with the Constitution of the Republic and human rights culture.

Let us openly debate the ownership, content and diversity issues.

Let there be no holy cows. The media should allow the ANC and the public the right to freedom of expression.

We will use our right to express what we think. And we should not be silenced by claims of "threats to press freedom".

Let the real debate begin. Let there be no holy cows!

Jacob Zuma

 

 

 

 

The Green, Green Grass of Home. Gracias, Honduras.

The last lingering car-flags may be faded and fraying at the edges, but here at the home-ground of the Randburg Assocation Football Club, the legacy of the 2010 World Cup is bright, vibrant, and a heck of  a lot greener than the grass on the other side of the fence.
Because this pitch, once dry and scrappy, was appropriated, dug up, resurfaced, re-goal-netted and boldly white-lined for the exclusive use of the Honduran National Squad, who trained here in the run-up to the Cup, making fine and noble use of the pristine battleground.
Alas, it didn't them too much good, because they went home with only a single point out of three games, thanks to a pride-salvaging draw against Switzerland.
Now the turf has been returned to its rightful tenants, a tribe of blue-kitted warriors who are only too happy to play their Sunday games on a pitch of World Cup quality.
This picture is from Randburg U12B vs the log-leaders, Disapora Academy U12A.
They're still the log-leaders, having beaten my son's tream by 4 goals to 1. As my son pointed out, that's the same ratio by which Germany beat England. But hey, at least Randburg can be proud that they held the home-ground advantage.
*Technical note: I took this pic with my iPhone, using an app called Tiltshift Generator, which allows you to manipulate the depth-of-field to allow certain areas to stand out in pin-sharp focus, and others not. So the burring here is arty and deliberate. Thank you for noticing!

Pancake Robot Battles Valiantly to Flip a Pancake, Gets It More-or-Less Right After 50 Tries

One day, humankind will look back on this video and roar with laughter at our crude attempts to create a robot in our own image, or at least the image of somebody making pancakes for breakfast.

But why wait until then? Humankind, roar with laughter now. That's not even a real pancake, it's a jigsaw-cut piece of cardboard!

Then again, when it comes to elementary culinary skills, I don't know about you, but I wish I was half as good as this robot.

 

 

 

 

My new tea-mug. It's a Richard Scott. My wife thinks it's sexist. I also think it's sexy.

With apologies to Spinal Tap. Remember that scene? The band's manager, Ian Faith, tells the metalheads that their record company won't be releasing their new album, because the cover is sexist.

"Well, so what?" says the lead guitarist, Nigel Tufnel. "What's wrong with being sexy?"

I agree with Nigel.

 

 

 

This is Africa, Where Sometimes, We are Shocked & Surprised by Our Ability to Not Screw Things Up.

T.I.A. It means: This Is Africa. It's what you say when things go wrong, when the centre cannot hold, when a plan falls apart, when your highest hopes are outweighed by your deepest fears.

You say it with a shrug of the shoulders, a sigh, and a shake of the head. What do you expect? What can you do? T.I.A.

The power goes out just as you're about to start preparing dinner. T.I.A. You hit a pothole as you swerve to avoid a jaywalker. T.I.A. You lose a tender to the nephew or cousin of somebody important. T.I.A. You get stopped at a roadblock, and the cop says he can write out a summons, or you can pay the fine in cash right now. T.I.A.

Bribery, corruption, nepotism, cronyism, inefficiency, incompetence, the collapse of systems, the descent of order into chaos. T.I.A., baby, T.I.A.

You can say it out of bitterness, out of resignation, and even, perversely, out of bravado, as K'naan does on T.I.A.: "Welcome to the Continent of Holidays," he sings, "where holidays turn to hell days. T.I.A., hooray, This is Africa."

But what if we could turn the meaning of that acronym around?

What if we could use it when things go right, when the centre takes hold, when a plan comes together, when our deepest fears are outweighed by our highest hopes? What if we could say "This is Africa!" out of pride, out of joy, out of affirmation, achievement, and self-belief?

In Zurich, Berlin, Sydney, Singapore, or Toronto, nobody blinks twice, nobody feels the need to celebrate, nobody feels a tear welling up in their eye, when trains and busses run on time, when high-speed urban rail networks are launched ahead of schedule, when litter is collected in the streets, when airports are revamped, when flags fly from buildings and cars, when visitors jet in to attend a global event, when they are not mugged or shot at as soon as they wheel their trollies out of the concourse.

In other parts of the world, the default expectation is: Things will work. In Africa, the default expectation is that they won't. Which is why it can come as a surprise, a jolt to the senses, when we are confronted by our individual and collective ability to not screw things up.

Oh, rest assured, the feeling will not last. It is based on emotion and perceptions, and these have a habit of shifting with the tide. Sometime in the next few weeks or months, you can bet on it, a newspaper will run a leader-page article with the headline: "Whatever Happened to the Spirit of 2010?"

People will be fighting, in Parliament and on the streets, there will be muggings and shootings, there will be strikes and outages and trains not running at all. In the eyes of some, the stadia will begin to look abandoned, weathered and rusting. But don't let any of that trouble you for now.

The other night, at Soccer City, I saw a South African Policeman, standing with his feet apart, one eye closed, taking aim, his trigger finger cocked, as a group of foreign visitors stood frozen before him. Then he pressed the shutter, and they unfroze their smiles, and he cordially handed them back their point-and-shoot and they thanked him and hurried to the stadium, their faces painted, their vuvuzelas parping in the brisk night air.

My neighbours are an elderly Afrikaans couple, staunchly conservative, forver hankering after the Good Old Days, forever muttering dark thoughts about Zuma and his cronies. But right now, hoisted on their security gate, you will find the biggest Rainbow Flag in the whole neighbourhood.

This is a time of magic. This is a shifting of the seasons, a transition from what was to what can be. The precedents have been set, the benchmarks have been etched in stone. Someday we will look back and say, but we did it then, why can't we do it again? And somehow we will, because we can, because we must, and most of all, because: T.I.A.

 

Picture by Stephen J Booth, travelpod.com

 

 

 

"Their Only Crime Was Orange"

I wrote this little song in support of the poor Dutch ambush marketeers, who dared to attend Netherlands versus Denmark at Soccer City while wearing bright orange mini-dresses.
If you'd like to write some music for this song, feel free.
If you'd like to sing this song, go for it.
If you'd like to play this song on your guitar and record it and put it on YouTube, you're very welcome.
But whatever you do...don't even think of wearing orange to a World Cup football match.

 

Their Only Crime Was Orange

 

They came to a land of Goodwill and "Cheers!"

To watch a few games and drink a few beers

They flew to the shores of a Rainbow Nation

That once served as Holland's Refreshment Station

 

They came and they saw and because they were Dutch

In the cold chill of winter, they didn't wear much

Just a skirt and a scarf and below, in the area

A little black label that said, "From Bavaria"

 

Three cheers, three cheers, for the Dutch marketeers

Oh bring us a round of Budweiser

Three cheers, three cheers, for their hopes and their fears

For now they're in the scheizer

 

Chorus:

Their only crime was Orange

And nothing rhymes with orange

Borange, Corange, Dorange, Forange,

Their only crime was Orange!

 

They came to be proud and to sing for their country

Their voices were loud and they had the effrontery

To dress in the tone of their national banner

And behave in a shameful, provocative manner

 

They came to a land of a New Revolution

Of freedoms enshrined in a strong Constitution

They came to a land where all that doesn't matter

For the laws of the land are proclaimed by Sepp Blatter

 

Three cheers, three cheers, for the Free Marketeers

Let's drink to the cause they believe in

Three cheers, three cheers, for their hopes and their fears

Good Lord, they must be freezing

 

Chorus:

Their only crime was Orange

And nothing rhymes with orange

Gorange, Horange, Jorange, Korange

Lorange, Morange, Norange, Porange

Quorange, Rorange, Sorange, Torange

Vorange, Worange, Yorange, Zorange

Their only crime was Orange!

 

 

The World Cup Fever-Tree. A New Species. Just in Time for Tomorrow.

The streets in my neighbourhood of Northcliff are named after trees: Acacia, Ebony, Mimosa, Maple, Cedar, Beech, and so on.
That's because there are more trees in Johannesburg than in any other city in the world, and more World Cup fever too.
The proof: these splendidly-dressed specimens at the corner of Acacia and Shaka. (Okay, not every street is named after a tree.)
I salute the good neighbour who went to all this trouble, and I hope those beagles do their job, and keep watch over the trees and their beautiful bark.

South Africa, where the Riot Police are Friendlier than the Football Administrators

Okay, maybe it was a stupid idea to go to a football match without tickets. But come on. Firstly, this is South Africa, and that's the kind of thing we do over here.

 Secondly, this was a friendly, USA vs Australia, at Ruimsig Stadium. A friendly! Step inside, you're very welcome, sit anywhere you want, we're all friendly here!

And also, I had tried, all week, to get tickets, or at least to find out whether or not you need tickets to go a friendly. I asked the Internet, I asked Computicket, I asked the lady at the FIFA ticketing centre, who looked at me blankly and told me to ask Computicket, who...well, this is South Africa.

So when Saturday came, I left nice and early with my son and his friend, and we drove to the stadium and eased into the queue of cars, with their flags fluttering in the breeze, only this time there were Star-Spangled Banners and Union Jacks with Southern Crosses rampant as well.

Someone was waving the Stars 'n Stripes from the sunroof of their SUV, and for a moment I felt a curious sense of disconnection, as if I wasn't in Roodepoort anymore, and had somehow translocated to Kansas. I get that feeling a lot these days.

Then we got to the gate of the parking lot of the stadium, and the man standing there sketched an oblong shape with his fingers, which I immediately understood to mean "ticket".

I rolled down the window and said, "Can we get tickets inside?", and he said "No, you can't get inside without a ticket", and he motioned us to turn back because we didn't have tickets. But this is South Africa, so I just said, "We'll get tickets inside", and I drove in and we parked.

Everywhere I looked, as we walked towards the stadium, I saw people clutching tickets in their hands. I was getting worried. I saw a man wearing the American flag on his shoulders, and I asked him if we knew where we could get tickets. "Ah, we got them from the Embassy," he said, and he gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder when I sighed and said I didn't have any.

A big sign at the stadium gate said "No Entry Without a Valid Ticket", and a big man at the stadium gate, with a curly wire dangling from his ear, said "No", when I asked him if we could get tickets inside. My son and his friend were getting impatient and irritated, and so was I.

I asked a man with an Australian Football Federation blazer, and he said no, and a man handing out tickets to schoolchildren at a trestle table, and he said no, and then I saw a man from my team, wearing my shirt, and standing outside the fence, looking on as the teams ran onto the pitch for their warm-up.

He also didn't have tickets. He had a picnic cooler with him. He was ready for the game. "Maybe they'll let us all in when everyone with tickets has gone in," I said. "No," he said, "I don't think so. They're FIFA. They'll probably just leave us all standing here." But he was wrong, because a policeman came along and told us we had to move away from the fence. Ag, come on, seriously?

By now, there were a bunch of us standing around the fence, ticketless, clueless, hopelessly trying to figure out a way to get in, as the minutes ticked away to kick-off. I wandered around, mentioning the word "tickets" to people who looked friendly, and no sooner had I done so, then other people would come up to me and say, "You got tickets?"

A guy in a Bafana shirt, just like mine, said in a low voice that he could get me tickets, and how much money did I have on me? I said a hundred bucks, which wasn't really true, but I didn't really want to spend anything on free tickets for a friendly anyway. Come on, we have to draw the line somewhere.

I went back to the guy with the picnic cooler, and he was talking to a riot cop, with a regulation 9mm pistol and a regulation baton and a regulation teargas cannister and a regulation boep.

The cop said, "It's not us, hey, it's FIFA, they're going to ask to chase all you okes away from here any minute now." I said, it's crazy, we just want to watch some football, we've come all the way out here, and our own team isn't even playing.

They'll never let you in, said the cop. Not without tickets. Forget it. The guy with the picnic cooler said to the cop, "is it okay if we drink a beer here?" And the cop said, because it was a serious question, "Strictly speaking, this is a public place, and you're not supposed to drink alcohol in a public place."

"Is it okay if I drink it in a glass then?" said the guy in the Bafana shirt. The cop popped his earpiece from his ear and said, quietly, "Look, I'm not going to say whether you can or you can't." He pointed at a glass enclosure at the top of the stadium. "Just remember FIFA are in charge here, hey. And they can probably see you, wherever you go."

Then he gave us a conspiratorial shrug, and went back to his duty, which was to stand at the fence and make sure we didn't hop over or disturb the peace. But there wasn't any peace: the ball had been kicked into play, and the vuvuzelas were already drowning out the announcer.

Okay, I said to my son and his friend, let's go, we can stop along the way for a milkshake. Then, just as were heading up the hill, back to the car, we saw a lady who recognised my son's friend from school, and we told her our sorry story, and she pointed at a man in a green jacket, and said, why don't you ask him nicely.

So we asked him nicely, and he motioned us to wait, and then, looking straight ahead, he tore three tickets from a roll in his pocket, and we thanked him discreetly and made our way in.

They were great seats. It was a great game. We saw David Beckham in the VIP suite, up and to the left. And we learned a little bit about South Africa, which is probably the only country in the world where the riot police are friendlier than the football administrators.

I hope the guy with the picnic cooler managed to find some tickets too, or at least enjoy the game while drinking his beer on the verge.