Era bonita, como un pecado de amor.
Rosa Martha “Rossi” Hoffmann, actriz, bajo el seudónimo de Myriam Stefford.
Fue esposa del Millonario cordobés Raúl Baron Biza.
Rubios cabellos,grandes y rasgados ojos grises, con destellos de pecado.Boca de carmín, con ese rictus embustero, delicioso y canalla.
El, escritor, conocido por sus libros escandalosos. El primero, (“El derecho de matar”, dedicado al Papa), se lo tildó de pornógrafo, y la edición fue secuestrada.
El segundo, (“Punto final”), lo llevò a la cárcel un par de semanas.
De Barón Biza se dijo que era : Macabro, misógino, satánico, pornográfico, provinciano delirante, escandaloso y pervertido!
En agosto de 1926, Raúl Barón Biza se embarca hacia Europa donde lleva una vida licenciosa plagada de excesos. Permanece varios meses en París frecuentando los círculos bohemios de Montmartre para posteriormente recalar en Venecia. Allí conoce a Myriam Stefford, comenzando así una relación idílica que lo acompañará hasta el último momento de su vida. En 1928 la pareja viaja a Buenos Aires, sembrando la envidia entre sus amistades, Myriam se pasea por las calles porteñas llevando de la mano un leopardo amaestrado al que había apodado Gaucho. El 28 de agosto de 1930 se casan en la Basílica de San Marcos, en Venecia, en el 31 vuelven a Buenos Aires y se radican en una exclusiva mansión de la Avenida Quintana, en ella organizan suntuosas y surreales fiestas, las que llegan a su punto máximo de escándalo cuando invitan a encumbrados miembros de la sociedad capitalina con la condición que vinieran disfrazados de pordioseros y a su vez recorren el puerto y distintos barrios bajos de Buenos Aires buscando mendigos auténticos para invitarlos a la fiesta. Se sirve fainá, tortas fritas y vino a granel, luego sobrevendrá una orgía de proporciones, en donde mujeres de rancio abolengo se acuestan en las lujosas habitaciones con pordioseros creyéndolos ricos terratenientes.
Barón Biza habría declarado luego, había tenido el todopoderoso gesto de hacer resurgir en ellos el espíritu de sus ancestrales, todo el origen de la formación de nuestra pobre y mentida aristocracia.
El autor de “El derecho de matar” tenía otra pasión, volar y se la había transmitido a su amada cosa que estaba de moda entre la “elite”, y recorrió todo el país en su avión , “el Chingolo”.
Habiendo obtenido su licenciatura de aviadora civil en dos semanas, luego de un breve pero intensivo curso con Luis Fuchs, jefe de la escuadrilla negra de su país durante la primera guerra mundial.
Barón Biza le compró un avión a su amada y contrató al germano, la joven veinteañera aprendió a conducir aviones, obtuvo su brevet de piloto y logró que la Dirección de Aeronáutica le otorgara un salvoconducto para realizar una riesgosa travesía, unir las capitales de las catorce provincias que para ese entonces conformaban la Argentina.
Myriam y Barón Biza ya habían tenido una experiencia previa cuando unieron Río de Janeiro con Buenos Aires en una avioneta propia.
Los dos parten desde Buenos Aires en el Chingolo I, y tras un par de aterrizajes de emergencia en Santiago del Estero y Jujuy, él desiste de la aventura. Ella decide continuar con el plan de vuelo a bordo del Chingolo II,en compañía del ingeniero Fuchs.
A las 7 de la mañana del 26 de agosto de 1931, decolaron en La Rioja rumbo a San Juan, sin inconvenientes y con óptimas condiciones meteorológicas. En la provincia cuyana los esperaban con un banquete, pero a unos 25 kilómetros de la capital, el avión se precipitó sobre un arenal muriendo Myriam y el ingeniero alemán.
Inmediatamente la tragedia suscitó un millón de conjeturas, que el millonario pergeñó el accidente por celos, que Myriam había organizado el viaje como una manera de promocionar su vuelta al cine, programada para el año próximo, que la fatalidad se potenció por el desconocimiento de la joven hacia el tema aeronáutico, lo que haya sucedido generó en el viudo una reacción alocada que le impulsó a enterrar el motor del avión en el mismo lugar del accidente y erigir un monumento dentro de su estancia en Los Cerrillos, Córdoba.
Cuando Myriam Stefford murió la vida de Barón Biza cambió para siempre, ella había sido su primer amor, quizás el más importante y la musa inspiradora de sus mejores versos.
El 26 de agosto de 1935 se inicia la construcción sobre la RP 5 del hasta hoy, mausoleo más grande de Argentina.
“Que el monumento sea más alto que el Obelisco de Buenos Aires”, le dijo Barón Biza al ingeniero Fausto Newton, y a sus órdenes comenzaron a trabajar una centena de obreros polacos para erigir la mole de cemento. La torre fue inaugurada el 30 de agosto de 1936, a cinco años del accidente y en ella descansaban los restos de Myriam Stefford y -dicen- las joyas de la mujer enterrada en la cripta subterránea protegida por una lápida y un sistema de explosivo.
El mausoleo en forma de ala de avión mide 82 metros, un diseño inspirado en la arquitectura egipcia.
“para conocimiento de tantos palurdos ignorantes que pululan por ahí, el mausoleo de mi amada Miriam, NO representa el ala de un avión Es un jeroglífico egipcio, que representa…………………….¡ LA ETERNIDAD!.” .
Más adelante, a principios de los años 40, corrió el rumor de que se tramaba violentar el edificio con explosivos, para llegar a las joyas, por lo que el cuerpo, y las joyas, fueron retirados secretamente. Donde los colocò Baròn Biza, es un secreto que se llevò a la tumba.
Pero, la historia no termina aquí.
Raùl Barón Biza, dos años después, conoce a la bellísima Clotilde Sabattini, hija de un político de renombre, que supo ser Gobernador de Córdoba.
Pero Sabattini, no querìa saber nada de que su hija se case con este “loco”. Se opuso terminantemente.
Entonces Barón Biza, cortó por lo sano. Raptó a Clotilde, y tres días después, aparecieron casados!! Hecho consumado!!
Tuvieron tres hijos. Dos varones (Jorge y Juan Baròn Biza ) y una mujer. Pero las cosas, con el tiempo, empezaron a ir mal. Años después, a principios de los 60, se hicieron los arreglos para el divorcio.
En una reunión dentro del estudio de uno de los abogados, en el año 1964, Raùl Baròn Biza, sirvió whisky para todos.
Más tarde, haciéndose el ofendido por una discusiòn, arrojò el contenido de su vaso, en la cara de su esposa.
Pero no era whisky. Barón Biza, de antemano, había cambiado el whisky, por ACIDO CLORHÌDRICO!!!
La odisea de Clotilde Sabattini, su sufrimiento, las operaciones que nunca pudieron arreglar su horrendo rostro desfigurado, y su posterior suicidio, tirándose de un edificio, en el año 1977, están relatadas en el libro “El desierto, y su semilla”, que Jorge Barón Biza, un hijo de la pareja, publicó en 1999.
Un año después, él también se suicidaba, arrojándose de un piso 12, en la ciudad de Córdoba. Era periodista de “Pàgina 12”.
Unos años antes, su hermana, había seguido el mismo camino, tiràndose de un edificio, pero en Buenos Aires.
Y Raúl Barón Biza?………….. bueno, también hizo lo mismo!
Cuando la policía allanó el estudio, para meterlo preso, encontró que se había suicidado. Se pegò un tiro, según se dice.
Queda vivo, el segundo hijo de la pareja. Pero tiene problemas mentales, y no se descarta un final tràgico.
Dejó algunas cartas, dando instrucciones de ser cremado, y de que sus cenizas, fueran depositadas en el mausoleo de Miriam, “su único amor”. Detrás del mausoleo, hay un olivo. Debajo de éste, están las cenizas del el.
Lo que alimenta el mito de que Miriam Stefford està aun allì, es que èl haya pedido reposar en ese lugar. Pero el cadaver de la aviadora, no està en la cripta.
Perooooo….y de sus joyas y del diamante…..
Una de esas tantas leyendas es que junto al cuerpo doliente de la mujer, también se sepultaron las decenas de joyas que el millonario cordobés le había regalado a su amor.
Enterradas bajo kilos y kilos de cemento. Parte del tesoro no incluye el anillo de diamante que según el propio Barón Biza, generó que su pobre Myriam –según sus palabras- causara envidia en muchos salones, teatros y balnearios. Era, para el escritor y excéntrico millonario, “uno de los más maravillosos diamantes que el mundo haya visto”.
El delirante Barón Biza construyó un relato –inverosímil en muchos aspectos-, que dotó a la joya de un designio maldito. Al año de la muerte de Stefford, el escritor Segundo Gauna, amigo del viudo, publicó en la revista Caras y Caretas la historia de la piedra preciosa relatada por el propio Barón Biza.
Transvaal.
Allí se explotaban los minerales, pero más se explotaba a los negros esclavos. Tal el caso de Togu, quien, pico en mano, descubrió la piedra y supo, desde entonces, que esa belleza era su puente hacia la libertad. Debía esperar un mes para que se cumpliera el plazo que le permitiera un momento de descanso a partir del cual poder escapar. ¿Cómo resguardar tal tesoro durante todo ese tiempo? Comerlo, como hacían buena parte de sus desafortunados compañeros, era imposible por su tamaño. Togu no tuvo mejor idea que abrirse el vientre para esconderlo en sus vísceras. Lógicamente, una infección terminó con su sueño de liberación y también con su vida.
En la autopsia sobre el esclavo apareció la joya, que pesaba cerca de 75 quilates. Enviada a Amberes, quedó al resguardo en una caja fuerte hasta tanto alguien la comprara. Como eso no pasaba, el vendedor encargado, apellidado Brown, la empezó a usar en ocasiones especiales, hasta que un asalto a su comercio terminó con su vida.
Al poco tiempo, el diamante fue vendido por poca plata a un comerciante turco, que se lo vendió a quien se hacía llamar ‘rey’ de Indore, una ciudad India. El monarca, lo regaló a Zulma, la favorita de su harem, que apareció ahogada al año de recibir el regalo.
Rescatado de sus dedos, el supuesto rey, sin duelo, lo volvió a obsequiar, ahora a Miss Ketty, afamada bailarina de Estados Unidos que, a poco de volver a su país, fue asesinada por su pareja, movido por los celos enfermizos. El femicida se llevó el cuchillo y también la piedra preciosa.
Cuenta Barón Biza que nada más se supo del diamante, hasta que años después, la Condesa de Buscoli, una noble italiana, que tras haber perdido toda su fortuna en el juego, se suicidó en los jardines del casino de Montecarlo.
El dedo mayor de su mano derecha estaba envuelto en el trágico anillo que nadie había querido comprar en el casino: o es falso o está maldito, pensaron todos. Tras esto, el cordobés Barón Biza lo compró en París y en una góndola veneciana, le declaró su amor eterno a Myriam.
El propio Barón Biza, que más tarde sería yerno del gobernador Sabattini e intentaría matar a la hija de éste, contaba que con Myriam “nos reímos muchas veces, recordando la historia del diamante”. Tras la muerte de su jovencísima esposa y pese a la leyenda de las joyas enterradas bajo el ala, el anillo maldito tuvo otro destino: “Ya no causará más víctimas. Ahora está depositado en la caja fuerte de un banco y de ahí no saldrá”.
Bueno una historia con matices inspirada en otros diamantes famosos, poco creíble, pero para una época en la que seguramente las personas que la leyesen quedarían con la boca abierta.
Lo cierto es que las joyas nunca han aparecido.
It was pretty, like a sin of love.
Rosa Martha “Rossi” Hoffmann, actress, under the pseudonym Myriam Stefford.
She was the wife of the Cordoba millionaire Raúl Baron Biza.
Blond hair, large and slanted gray eyes, with flashes of sin. Carmine’s mouth, with that deceitful, delicious, and rogue grin.
He, writer, is known for his scandalous books. The first, (“The right to kill”, dedicated to the Pope), was branded a pornographer, and the edition was hijacked.
The second, (“Full stop”), put him in jail for a couple of weeks.
Baron Biza was said to be: Macabre, misogynist, satanic, pornographic, delusional provincial, scandalous and perverted!
In August 1926, Raúl Barón Biza embarks for Europe where he leads a licentious life full of excesses. He stays in Paris for several months, frequenting the bohemian circles of Montmartre and later visiting Venice. There he meets Myriam Stefford, thus beginning an idyllic relationship that will accompany him until the last moment of his life. In 1928 the couple traveled to Buenos Aires, sowing envy among her friends. Myriam strolls through the streets of Buenos Aires, held by the hand of a trained leopard that she had nicknamed Gaucho. On August 28, 1930, they were married in the Basilica of San Marcos, in Venice, on August 31 they returned to Buenos Aires and settled in an exclusive mansion on Avenida Quintana, where they organized sumptuous and surreal parties, which came to their maximum point of scandal when they invite high-ranking members of the capital’s society on the condition that they come disguised as beggars and at the same time they go through the port and different slums of Buenos Aires looking for authentic beggars to invite them to the party. Fainá, fried cakes, and wine in bulk are served, then an orgy of proportions ensues, where women of stale ancestry lie down in luxurious rooms with beggars, believing them rich landowners.
Baron Biza would have declared later, he had had the almighty gesture of making the spirit of their ancestors resurface in them, the whole origin of the formation of our poor and lied aristocracy.
The author of “The right to kill” had another passion, flying, and he had transmitted it to his beloved thing that was fashionable among the “elite”, and he traveled all over the country in his plane, “el Chingolo”.
Having obtained her degree as a civil aviator in two weeks, after a short but intensive course with Luis Fuchs, head of his country’s black squad during the First World War.
Barón Biza bought a plane for his beloved and hired the German, the young woman in her twenties learned to drive airplanes, obtained her pilot’s patent, and managed to get the Aeronautical Directorate to grant her a safe-conduct to make a risky journey, unite the capitals of the fourteen provinces that by then made up Argentina.
Myriam and Barón Biza had already had a previous experience when they joined Rio de Janeiro with Buenos Aires in their own plane.
The two depart from Buenos Aires on Chingolo I, and after a couple of emergency landings in Santiago del Estero and Jujuy, he gives up the adventure. She decides to continue with the flight plan onboard the Chingolo II, in the company of the engineer Fuchs.
At 7 in the morning on August 26, 1931, they set sail in La Rioja heading to San Juan, without problems, and with optimal weather conditions. In the province of Cuyo they were waiting for them with a banquet, but about 25 kilometers from the capital, the plane crashed over a sandy area, killing Myriam and the German engineer.
Immediately the tragedy raised a million conjectures, that the millionaire drew the accident out of jealousy, that Myriam had organized the trip as a way to promote her return to the cinema, scheduled for next year, that the fatality was enhanced by the ignorance of the young man towards the aeronautical issue, what happened generated in the widower a crazy reaction that prompted him to bury the plane’s engine in the same place of the accident and to erect a monument within his stay in Los Cerrillos, Córdoba.
When Myriam Stefford died, Barón Biza’s life changed forever, she had been his first love, perhaps the most important and inspiring muse of his best verses. On August 26, 1935, construction began on RP 5 until today. , largest mausoleum in Argentina.
“Let the monument be higher than the Obelisk of Buenos Aires”, Barón Biza told the engineer Fausto Newton, and at his command, a hundred Polish workers began to work to erect the mass of cement. The tower was inaugurated on August 30, 1936, five years after the accident. It rested the remains of Myriam Stefford and — they say — the jewels of the woman buried in the underground crypt protected by a tombstone an explosive system.
The airplane wing-shaped mausoleum measures 82 meters, a design inspired by Egyptian architecture.
“for the knowledge of so many ignorant peasants.It was pretty, like a sin of love.
Rosa Martha “Rossi” Hoffmann, actress, under the pseudonym Myriam Stefford.
She was the wife of the Cordoba millionaire Raúl Baron Biza.
Blond hair, large and slanted gray eyes, with flashes of sin. Carmine’s mouth, with that deceitful, delicious, and rogue grin.
He, writer, is known for his scandalous books. The first, (“The right to kill”, dedicated to the Pope), was branded a pornographer, and the edition was hijacked.
The second, (“Full stop”), put him in jail for a couple of weeks.
Baron Biza was said to be: Macabre, misogynist, satanic, pornographic, delusional provincial, scandalous and perverted!
In August 1926, Raúl Barón Biza embarks for Europe where he leads a licentious life full of excesses. He stays in Paris for several months, frequenting the bohemian circles of Montmartre and later visiting Venice. There he meets Myriam Stefford, thus beginning an idyllic relationship that will accompany him until the last moment of his life. In 1928 the couple traveled to Buenos Aires, sowing envy among her friends. Myriam strolls through the streets of Buenos Aires, held by the hand of a trained leopard that she had nicknamed Gaucho. On August 28, 1930, they were married in the Basilica of San Marcos, in Venice, on August 31 they returned to Buenos Aires and settled in an exclusive mansion on Avenida Quintana, where they organized sumptuous and surreal parties, which came to their maximum point of scandal when they invite high-ranking members of the capital’s society on the condition that they come disguised as beggars and at the same time they go through the port and different slums of Buenos Aires looking for authentic beggars to invite them to the party. Fainá, fried cakes, and wine in bulk are served, then an orgy of proportions ensues, where women of stale ancestry lie down in luxurious rooms with beggars, believing them rich landowners.
Baron Biza would have declared later, he had had the almighty gesture of making the spirit of their ancestors resurface in them, the whole origin of the formation of our poor and lied aristocracy.
The author of “The right to kill” had another passion, flying, and he had transmitted it to his beloved thing that was fashionable among the “elite”, and he traveled all over the country in his plane, “el Chingolo”.
Having obtained her degree as a civil aviator in two weeks, after a short but intensive course with Luis Fuchs, head of his country’s black squad during the First World War.
Barón Biza bought a plane for his beloved and hired the German, the young woman in her twenties learned to drive airplanes, obtained her pilot’s patent, and managed to get the Aeronautical Directorate to grant her a safe-conduct to make a risky journey, unite the capitals of the fourteen provinces that by then made up Argentina.
Myriam and Barón Biza had already had a previous experience when they joined Rio de Janeiro with Buenos Aires in their own plane.
The two depart from Buenos Aires on Chingolo I, and after a couple of emergency landings in Santiago del Estero and Jujuy, he gives up the adventure. She decides to continue with the flight plan onboard the Chingolo II, in the company of the engineer Fuchs.
At 7 in the morning on August 26, 1931, they set sail in La Rioja heading to San Juan, without problems, and with optimal weather conditions. In the province of Cuyo they were waiting for them with a banquet, but about 25 kilometers from the capital, the plane crashed over a sandy area, killing Myriam and the German engineer.
Immediately the tragedy raised a million conjectures, that the millionaire drew the accident out of jealousy, that Myriam had organized the trip as a way to promote her return to the cinema, scheduled for next year, that the fatality was enhanced by the ignorance of the young man towards the aeronautical issue, what happened generated in the widower a crazy reaction that prompted him to bury the plane’s engine in the same place of the accident and to erect a monument within his stay in Los Cerrillos, Córdoba.
When Myriam Stefford died, Barón Biza’s life changed forever, she had been his first love, perhaps the most important and inspiring muse of his best verses. On August 26, 1935, construction began on RP 5 until today. , largest mausoleum in Argentina.
“Let the monument be higher than the Obelisk of Buenos Aires”, Barón Biza told the engineer Fausto Newton, and at his command, a hundred Polish workers began to work to erect the mass of cement. The tower was inaugurated on August 30, 1936, five years after the accident. It rested the remains of Myriam Stefford and — they say — the jewels of the woman buried in the underground crypt protected by a tombstone an explosive system.
The airplane wing-shaped mausoleum measures 82 meters, a design inspired by Egyptian architecture.
“for the knowledge of so many ignorant peasants.
that swarm there, the mausoleum of my beloved Miriam, does NOT represent the wing of an airplane. It is an Egyptian hieroglyph, which represents ……………………. ETERNITY !. “.
Later, in the early 1940s, a rumor spread that they were plotting to violate the building with explosives, to reach the jewels, so the body, and the jewels were secretly removed. Where Baròn Biza placed them is a secret that he took to the grave.
But the story does not end here.
Raùl Barón Biza, two years later, meets the beautiful Clotilde Sabattini, daughter of a renowned politician, who knew how to be the Governor of Córdoba.
But Sabattini did not want to know anything about her daughter marrying this “madman”. She strongly objected.
So Baron Biza, cut his losses. He kidnapped Clotilde, and three days later, they turned up married !! Fait accompli!!
They had three children. Two men (Jorge and Juan Baròn Biza) and one woman. But things, over time, started to go wrong. Years later, in the early 1960s, arrangements were made for a divorce.
In a meeting inside the study of one of the lawyers, in 1964, Raùl Baròn Biza served whiskey for everyone.
Later, pretending to be offended by an argument, he threw the contents of his glass, in the face of his wife.
But it wasn’t whiskey. Barón Biza, beforehand, had changed the whiskey, for HYDROCHLORIC ACID !!!
Clotilde Sabattini’s odyssey, her suffering, the operations that could never fix her horrendous disfigured face, and her subsequent suicide, jumping off a building, in 1977, are related in the book “The desert, and its seed”, which Jorge Barón Biza, a son of the couple, published in 1999.
A year later, he also committed suicide, throwing himself off the 12th floor, in the city of Córdoba. He was a journalist for “Pàgina 12”.
A few years before, his sister had followed the same path, throwing herself out of a building, but in Buenos Aires.
And Raúl Barón Biza? ………… .. well, he did the same too!
When the police raided the studio to put him in jail, he found that he had committed suicide. He shot himself, it is said.
He remains alive, the second son of the couple. But he has mental problems, and a tragic ending is not ruled out.
He left some letters, instructing him to be cremated, and for his ashes to be deposited in the mausoleum of Miriam, “his only love for him”. Behind the mausoleum, there is an olive tree. Beneath it is the ashes of it.
What fuels the myth that Miriam Stefford is still there, is that she/he/she has asked to rest in that place. But the corpse of the aviator is not in the crypt.
But… .and her jewels and the diamond…
One of those many legends is that the dozens of jewels that the Cordovan millionaire had given to her love were also buried next to the woman’s suffering body.
Buried under kilos and kilos of cement. Part of the treasure does not include the diamond ring that, according to Baron Biza himself, caused poor Myriam of his –according to his words- to cause envy in many salons, theaters, and spas. It was, for the writer and eccentric millionaire, “one of the most wonderful diamonds the world has ever seen.”
The delirious Baron Biza built a story — implausible in many respects — that endowed the jewel with a cursed design. A year after Stefford’s death, the writer Segundo Gauna, a friend of the widower, published in the magazine Caras y Caretas the story of the precious stone told by Baron Biza himself.
Transvaal.
There the minerals were exploited, but more black slaves were exploited. Such is the case of Togu, who, pick in hand, discovered the stone and knew, since then, that that beauty was his bridge to freedom. He had to wait a month for the deadline that would allow him a moment of rest from which he could escape. How to protect such a treasure during all that time? Eating it, as many of his unfortunate companions did, was impossible because of its size. Togu had no better idea than to open her belly to hide it in his guts. Logically, an infection ended his dream of liberation and his life as well.
In the autopsy on the slave, the jewel appeared, which weighed about 75 carats. Sent to Antwerp, it was kept in a safe until someone bought it. As that did not happen, the salesman in charge, surnamed Brown, began to use it on special occasions, until an assault on his trade ended his life.
Before long, the diamond was sold for little money to a Turkish merchant, who sold it to a man who called himself the ‘king’ of Indore, an Indian city. The monarch gave it to Zulma, the favorite of his harem, who appeared drowned a year after receiving the gift.
Rescued from his fingers, the so-called king, without a duel, gave it again to Miss Ketty, a famous ballerina from the United States who, shortly after returning to her country, was murdered by her partner, moved by sick jealousy. The femicide took the knife and also the precious stone.
Barón Biza tells that nothing more was known about the diamond, until years later, the Countess of Buscoli, an Italian noblewoman, who after having lost all her fortune in gambling, committed suicide in the gardens of the Monte Carlo casino.
The middle finger of her right hand was wrapped in the tragic ring that no one had wanted to buy in the casino: either it is false or it is cursed, they all thought. After this, the Cordovan Barón Biza bought it in Paris, and in a Venetian gondola, he declared his eternal love for Myriam.
Baron Biza himself, who later became Governor Sabattini’s son-in-law and would try to kill his daughter, said that with Myriam “we laughed many times, remembering the history of the diamond.” After the death of his very young wife and despite the legend of the jewels buried under the wing, the cursed ring had another destiny: “It will no longer cause victims. Now it is deposited in a bank safe and from there it will not come out.”.
Well, a nuanced story inspired by other famous diamonds, not very credible, but for a time when surely the people who read it would be left with their mouths open.
The truth is that the jewels have never appeared.
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