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𝖮𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗆? 𝖠𝗇𝗍𝗈́𝗇𝗂𝗈 𝖱𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝖤𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗎́𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗂𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗎𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈 𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖺 𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾, 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗅𝗈́𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈́𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺́𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺. 𝖤𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋-𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺̃𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗎́𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗈: 𝗈 𝖦𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈.
𝖠 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖤𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗌 “𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗅, 𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗆”, 𝖾́ 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗆-𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝖾́ 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗂́𝗌 𝗌𝖺́𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝖾́𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗂́𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗌-𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌. 𝖣𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗂́𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈́𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺, 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗆, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗆, 𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗑𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 - 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖲𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝖲𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼̧𝗈 𝖭𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗎́𝖽𝖾, 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖺𝗌 - 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗑𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗋, 𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆, 𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝖨𝖯𝖲𝖲, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈́𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖨𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖺, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗎́𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗈 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝗈 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗈 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 - 𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 - 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗎́𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗂𝗇𝖾́𝗉𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 - 𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 - 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗓. 𝖠𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈, 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗎𝗑𝗂́𝗅𝗂𝗈, 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼̧𝖺. 𝖯𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗓 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈, 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈, 𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗓 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗆 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗅 - 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌, 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅-𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗓𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼̧𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗎́𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗋.
𝖤́ 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗎. 𝖤 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾̂? 𝖤, 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈, 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾̂? 𝖮 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈, 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝗎, 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗆-𝖿𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗎𝖽𝗈, 𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺̂𝗇𝖾𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝖾́𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝗂𝗎 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈, 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖺̃𝗈, 𝖺 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗈, 𝖽𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈́𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾́𝗋𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺, 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺̂𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈, 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈-𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺, 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖺 𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂́𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝖺 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼̧𝖺, 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺̂𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈, 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈, 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖾́𝗉𝖼𝗂𝖺, 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺, 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖺?
𝖫𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗈𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗋. 𝖠 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗋𝖾, 𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 - 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾𝖼̧𝖺 - 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂-𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺, 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗎𝖾̂𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗈. 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝖺 𝗎́𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖺 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝖾́ 𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺.
𝖴𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗈́𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾̂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗎 𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈: “𝖮𝗎𝖼̧𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗌, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾̂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗌, 𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗂́𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌, 𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌… 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝖼𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗌, 𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗌. 𝖳𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗋𝗈𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈́𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗑𝗈𝗌, 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾́𝗋𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌… 𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺́𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗌, 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗑𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗈𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗈, 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈; 𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺, 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗈𝗌, 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾́𝖼𝗂𝖾, 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗌… 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝗈 𝖼𝗈́𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗀𝗂𝖼𝗈. 𝖲𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗃𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗌-𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺̃ 𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌; 𝗎𝗆 𝖾́ 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖺̀ 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾, 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈, 𝗎𝗆 𝖾́ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗏𝖺𝗂 𝖺̀ 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺… 𝗈𝗎𝖼̧𝗈 𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗀𝖾́𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈, 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎́𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌.”
𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖱𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖡𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖺 𝖴𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖮𝗑𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽, 𝗇𝗎𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗋𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖬𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖺. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝟣𝟨𝟤𝟣, 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝟦𝟢𝟢 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌. 𝖠 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋-𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺. 𝖮𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖡𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈. 𝖠𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌. 𝖬𝖺𝗌, 𝖺𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝖺́𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾̂𝗌, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺. 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋. 𝖲𝗈́ 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖤𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝖺 “𝖼𝗂𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺” 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝗌𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗅, 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺̃𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗆. 𝖦𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾-𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈, 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗓 𝖾́ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾?
* Jornalista, Director do "DN"
IN "DIÁRIO DE NOTÍCIAS" -11/03/24 .
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