Pani Bachao! Jaipur

Rickshaw driver extraordinaire Lala was a wonderful asset to our Paani Bachao! project.... if you need a rickshaw driver you can depend on, call him at (91)9829458283 and say "Paani Bachao!"... you won't be disappointed!






Two artists from two countries with one cause: Pani Bachao! (Save Water!)

Anna (Macleod of Ireland) and I worked on our Pani Bachao! project yesterday and, I must say, it was a BIG success! After a bit of a tussle with the rickshaw drivers (attempting to get one to commit to 200rs --$4 -- for 4 hours as advertised instead of 250rs, we set off to hang posters and have water conversations in Jaipur. (The rickshaw driver -- Lala (nicknamed by some French travelers) -- turned out to be a WONDERFUL asset to our project and we recommend him HIGHLY.... if in Jaipur, call Lala at (91)9829458283... greet him with "Paani Bachao! and you won't be disappointed!)

First, second and third stops were at various water plants in the city. EVERYONE was extremely enthusiastic about Pani Bachao! (or maybe the fact that two blondes were doing it) and at each stop we drew large crowds. Our rickshaw driver got into the spirit immediately and served as a translator for the Hindu-speaking water officials.

One interesting point we discovered is that in the posh areas they have small straw huts manned (by children) who dole out drinks free of charge from a copper teapot situated in a small window in the hut to any and all passersby. In the poor areas, though, no such huts.

After three water plants we were a bit "official-ed" out and had our driver take us to a poor neighborhood to talk about water. He took us to a neighborhood of 5,000... a maze of interconnected mud huts along zigzagging alleyways... to talk to "the king" of the neighborhood (a 24-year-old resident whose main claim to fame is that he's traveled to quite a few countries -- France amongst them...and is now going to Japan is 8 days to perform music and sell his handmade puppets...300rs for a pair)

After we traversed the winding path deep into the bowels of the community (stopping often to chat with enthusiastic residents who wanted their photos taken) we arrived at his 2-room hut and we, along with a dozen or so children, crammed into the living room to talk about water. The kids instantly got into the spirit of Pani Bachao! as Anna handed out posters for them to hang in their houses. Our host told us about the problems the community faced getting enough water to function. Although the officials had told us that each person gets 1.5 liters of water per day (not a lot!! not enough!! for drinking, cooking and washing!!) he said the reality in his community is that the water is "turned on" each morning for 1 1/2 hours and the daily battle for water at the pumps begins. The people try to get their daily share but, we suspect, many fail during the short period of access.

Other interesting points: A lot of NGOs come to the neighborhood "to help" but, our host says, accomplish very little for the people and, he suspects, make loads of money for someone else.... not a big fan of the fair-weather do-gooders.

"The king" also called in some friends and treated us to a rousing Rajasthani water song. I gave friendship bracelets to our hosts and the kids and we purchased a puppet each (150rs each) as "thank you" to our host. (Apparently many in the community are involved in the production of Raj puppets as we saw people working on them throughout the neighborhood...very nice quality)

By the time our visit came to an end, Pani Bachao! was the cry of the neighborhood and the kids marched behind us with their posters chanting "Pani Bachao!"

Jaipur -- the Pink City

We are in PARADISE! Jaipur, the Pink City, just 4-5 hours by train or bus from Delhi is a great place to escape the heat and pollution. After months of travel (staying in places ranging from hovels to very nice) we have lucked upon a beautiful hotel in Jaipur -- the Hotel Pearl Palace(www.hotelpearlpalace.com 0091-141-2373700), a budget hotel that is by no means budget except for the prices (staring at $560rs/night/double with "air coolers", hot water, beautiful decor)... the rooftop restaurant is a lush jungle of plants, sculpture (even the tables and chairs are works of wrought iron wonder) and artifacts. The food is reasonably priced (can eat a nice breakfast for $2 and dinner for $4-5) and delicious (we are addicted to the spinach -- saag).

The shopping here -- especially for silver and gems, textiles and rugs -- is renowned (although bargainers are tough.... cut their prices in half AT LEAST!!) Anna and I wandered the markets for hours and thought the vendors were much less pushy, the beggars much less obnoxious, and the merchandise much more abundant than in Delhi and other places.

We escaped to Jaipur after our plane flights were set back TWO WEEKS! by the volcano in Iceland. Although the flights were back to normal after 5 days or so, those of us who had been cancelled during the crisis were sent to the back of the line and not given flights until the 29th. There is some question as to reimbursement of flight costs (not to mention the extra costs involved in being stranded for a couple of weeks (although India is probably one of the least expensive places one could be stranded in!)

Delhi is experiencing its hottest April since the 1950s (just our luck!) with temperatures in the high 40s -- well over 100 degrees. Plus, the concrete roads and buildings, pollution and dust from the incredible amount of construction that's underway in preparation for October's Commonwealth Games makes it feel like a city disguised as a filthy oven. Pahar Ganj is undergoing a road widening project which involves tearing up the (already crowded) streets and ripping off the fronts of many of the buildings. Of course they don't bother to close the streets or businesses and tourists and locals pick their ways through the rubble and clouds of dust and debris falling from above...crazy!

Anna and I are going to do some Pani Bachao! (Save Water!) work here in Jaipur.... going to hire a rickshaw to take us on our self-directed tour of the city to check out the water situation (they are having water shortages... depending on tankers to supply 80% or so of the drinking water.. should be verrrry interesting...

Delhi -- it must be 125 degrees here!

So Art Karavan Internationl has come to an end.... The final four "shows" weren't as spectacular as expected, but the last one at JNU University was nice.

The first one was supposed to be big deal but then we found out that not only were there TWO holidays on that day, but the students at the college were in exams and the campus was EMPTY... also the Prince of Saudia Arabia came to the college in the morning so we were banned from the campus .... Anna and I put up a good display of our Pani Bachao! (Save Water) posters, photographed them and then left... didn't go to day two "show" because we were working on the water project all day despite temperatures of around 110 degrees...hung loads of posters at Connaught Place (main shopping area), met a dentist who gave us a nice water interview, and hung more posters in the park.

The third "show" was a reception, but the final show was in a valid gallery at JNU run by an efficient woman. Anna and I did a nice installation and did a bunch of water conversations and songs with students and people at the opening. Many of the Art Karavaners did performance pieces. Only problem is that my plane was due to fly out that night but THE VOLCANO was threatening to cancel my flight to Belgium. So, I reluctantly said "good bye" to all my Karavan friends and we left early to find an internet to see what was going on with the flights.

Because of the volcano that blew in Iceland several days ago and the resulting ash plume blanketing Europe, all flights were cancelled to Europe, mine included. The next day Anna was due to fly out and, again, all flights cancelled. During the next couple days, we worked on the internet trying to find alternative flights. Anna's first available flight to Amsterdam on KLM is April 30th!! Jet Airways first opening for me to get into Belgium is 29th and I'm scheduled to leave Belgium on the 30th! Soooo, I decided to cancel the Belgium leg of my trip and fly straight home on the 29th/30th.

Not bad to extend our Indian adventure for a couple more weeks EXCEPT it's about 125 degrees in Delhi! We had fantasies of going to Orissa and the beach until we found that it's a TWO DAY train ride both ways, so not feasible to go.... So our new plan is to go to Jaipur (the Pink City) that we visited 5 years ago... still hot like there but at least it'll be a change of scene as is only 5 hours away... AND we're definitely going to get an air conditioned room this time!!

Went to see the to new Hindi "Ghost movie" --Phook2 -- today at the cinema .... our cute little 22-year-old waiter at the restaurant asked if we would go with him, luring us in with the air conditioning and BIG screen" and "comfortable chairs".. didn't realize that he was really asking ME (or Anna would have been a fine fill-in...not selective, I'm sure) to go on a DATE with him (hahhaha!) until he tried to pay for our tickets and then clung to my arm (during the scary parts, of course) and kept sneaking his head onto my shoulder during the movie. I gave him a bracelet later at dinner (he, now in his waiter guise) making him my BROTHER to establish our relationship (plus we're leaving in the morning for Jaipur).

Other than that, they've now brought in a large backhoe and completely ripped up the road we live on... simultaneously bunches of Indian laborers are chipping off the fronts of a bunch of buildings (using chisels and hammers).... it's like a war zone... brick falling all around, dust is unbelievable, conduit and waterlines ripped to pieces.) Most places would have closed off the entire street, but tourists and locals continue to climb through the rubble and go about their daily duties

On the way home last night I got clipped by a bicycle rickshaw... two small (but bloody) cuts on my arm... ripped off my new bracelet (but, thankfully, we ran back out on the street and found it)... keeping antibiotic cream on it, so should be OK

I've been wearing the same outfit for the past two weeks (my black skirt and tanktop)... only thing that I don't broil in... have to wash everything each night, but the clothes certainly do dry in a jiffy!! I'm sure we're scandalous to the locals (who are still wrapped in saris, scarves, jeans and longsleeved shirts) but WHO CARES!?!? It's HOT here!! ...never, felt anything like it...

Each day Anna and I have grand plans and then wilt within a couple hours on the street and retreat to our room or a bar to cool down... During the nights we each get up a couple times to stand under the shower for a bit to cool down enough to sleep...

Delhi -- an oven disguised as a ctiy

Had a terrific time in Srinagar living on a houseboat for 3 days (fantastic, peaceful, fun, delicious food, got lots of work done on the Pani Bachao! (Save Water!) project (duh! we were living on the water!!) By the time we left we had the boatpeople hollering Pani Bachao! to us whenever our boat paddled by...good fun.

Now we are in 100+ degree Delhi ... we're staying in a hotel (Good Day Cottages $400 rs/double/night) ... group life is over for us...the group is staying in dorm rooms at a school... they came here via a 30-hour bus ride from Srinagar (we flew 1 1/2 hrs)... yesterday, we hung out with Sanjeev Sinha (painter who was in charge of the Buddah Enlightenment project we did in Bodhgaya)... he's doing another Bodhgaya show next January (one month site specific work... probably will have a nice group of artists)

He's leaving for Amsterdam, so we spent a day and a half with him talking, eating and drinking with he and his friends, relaxing in his air conditioned studio, and trying to sort out his visa which had not arrived.

The gallery the Karavan is in today in Delhi (supposedly the "good one") won't let anyone hang anything on its walls! Only can use string...we, of course, were going to "wallpaper" a BIG wall with our posters...so that ends that idea. However, we came up with an alternative installation on some outside walls and it looks great. A student from Afghanistan volunteered to help us and we had an interesting chat with him and he told us some water stories in his language.

Water Stories from Dal Lake

Water Stories Srinagar April 7, 2010 dictated by Anna Macleod

Floating Gardens on Lake Dal

Cultivation Systems

The naturally occurring floating platforms of vegetation are utilized by the lake people on Lake Dal. The gardens are formed by harvesting vegetation from the lake body and mud from the bottom of the lake. this forms a surface upon which the farmers can plant their seeds.

A base layer of vegetation is harvested by boat with a long pole and the soil harvested from the lake bottom is piled up to dry before spreading over the compost. Mounds are created into which seeds are placed. These seeds are saved from the previous years harvest. Some years ago, a German woman brought seeds from Germany which were intended to suppress the naturally occurring vegetation and aid cultivation. One unforeseen result was the inhibition of the growth of lotus roots which are an important staple to the diet of the people in the lake community and a source of income because they harvest and sell the lotus roots. The local farmers were very annoyed and are now rightly suspicious of imported seeds. Thus they continue to use seeds harvested from the previous season.

The lotus plant yields both root and nuts after the flowering season. The stems and leaves can be made into necklaces due to the strength of the fiber of the stems.

The vegetables growth upon the lake are growth both on the floating gardens and on gardens cultivated on the islands on the lake. This is an important economy for the people of this area because the food is locally produced and harvested and sold and remains an economic industry. There’s one road over the mountains leading to Srinagar. Because this is a highly militarized zone access is slow and expensive and gets closed off by snow at times. Thus, dependence on local vegetables is essential for this area of Kashmir.

The importance of the lake, which sustains 100,000 families including 12,000 people living on the houseboats, cannot be underestimated. It is a source of livelihood for the local inhabitants as well as being a major tourist destination. In recent years the level of the lake has decreased due to climate change, shorter rainy season and less snow in the mountains.

A bout three years ago, an advisor to the local government suggested that the root cause of the decline in water table was due to the trees on the lakes and surrounding banks and islands on the lake. Despite local protests from the Houseboat Association and local inhabitants, the government sent in tree fellers supported by soldiers and cut down every tree on the lake. It made no difference to them, but deprived the populations who are reliant on boats mooring places for their boats as well as shade. In addition, it most probably contributed to soil erosion.

The new growth can be seen all over the islands on the lake but the juvenile trees are still unable to provide shade in the summer months. It is now accepted that climate change, not trees, is the cause of the change in water level. (The guy in charge of the project died before it was completed....baaaad kharma)

In the winter when the water level rises, the farmers move their produce to the floating garden which rise along with the level of the water. (The new trees are helping keep the soil in place during the flooding...duh!)

In Ayub’s grandmother’s time, children were forbidden to go out alone at night on the lake due to the belief that the singing lake angels (that are headquartered in the shrines at opposite sides of the lake) would spirit away the children.

A wide range of produce is grown on the lake including pumpkins, radishes, carrots, mustard, onions, greens and other local vegetables. The produce is sold at the water and land markets.

All local traffic is undertaken by boats known as shikaras. All goods are carried back and forth as well as people, animals. School children paddle themselves to shore to attend school. Parking is free and unrestricted. Some commerce exists upon on the lake in the form of floating platforms of canteens which sell everything from freshly made food to meat to cloth to beauty parlors. and drinks as well as boats acting as local grocery stores. It is a very self-sufficient and sustaining community.

Everyone on the lake is Muslim with 10% being Shia Muslims. Despite the conflict, day-to-day life seems to go on on the lake free from the harassment of the military. The young men of the community stay on the lake at night for reasons of safety as there is the largest concentration of military presence in all of India (700,000 soldiers currently) billeted in the Jammu-Kashmir area (??) at this time.

Because it’s a tourist destination, the inhabitants of Lake Dal are relatively safe from harassment from the military while on the lake or in in the “Tourist Zone”.

It seems like the Indian bureaucrats have little understanding of the needs and wishes of the population of Kashmir. It is said that the bureaucrats have a Delhi-London mentality. For instance, in former times there were a number of gates or exits from the lakes which meant that when the snowmelt comes down from the mountains to the lake the fresh water would flush out the collected dirt and sediment and pollution through these exits. These waterways have now been closed through insensitive and unbridled planning and development on the lakeshore and waterways sealing the lake so that the annual natural cleansing process cannot occur.

It seems that the failure of planning along water bodies is a global phenomenon. Despite the rising levels of pollution and entrophocation (sp??) on Lake Dal, there is still a vibrant wildlife population including Kingfishers, Kites, pigeons, frogs, otters, pomfrets and other birds, dragonflies, many species of ducks exist on the lake and some provide additional sources of food for the local people. (Roast duck is a specialty in the winter) Lake Dal is still a stop-off point for many migratory species of birds.

Many of the young men from Lake Dal take seasonal work in other parts of India such as Goa, Delhi and southern India. This is partly a necessity because of the falloff of tourism due to the recent continuing conflicts in Kashmir.

The British created the houseboat culture when they started building houseboats on a nearby river; when that became too crowded they moved onto the body of the lake.

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Government Initiatives

Some years ago, an official from central government came to assess the conditions on Lake Dal. She observed the generation-oil tradition of harvesting the pond plants and using them as compost on their floating gardens. She decided that this practice was damaging to the environment and insisted that the local population on the lake cease harvesting the pond plants. This, she hoped, would help improve the quality of the water. In fact, the farmers on the lake suffered a deficit of material to compost having only the canals between their houses as a safe place to harvest. Culprits who were caught harvesting on the lake body were imprisoned for short periods of time.

After two years, the official moved on to fresh fields and life on the lake returned to normal.

The next official to arrive and assess the conditions on Lake Dal decided that the water quality was being effected by the profusion of water lilies on the lake. Despite local wisdom as to the positive qualities of water lilies and the delicate ecosystem that exists between the various species of plantlife that live on the lake.

Waterlilies are a source of food both the root and the nut from the flower are relished as delicacies. The leaves provide shade for the fish and support an entire ecosystem of insects and small amphibians. A special machine, something like a combine harvester, was imported by the local government to pull up all the patches of waterlily to be found on the lake surface. This initiative did not improve the quality of the water on Lake Dal and soon after the policy was reversed in recognition that indeed the waterlily is a vital element of the ecosystem of the lake.

Srinagar and beautiful Dal Lake

Ahhh! to be back on Dal Lake is truly heaven...so peaceful, relaxed, happy. Anna, Ondie and I are staying on the HB Mashal (Nightbird) houseboat. It was recommended by one of Ondie’s friends who has stayed here one month for 10 years (1990-2000) and, thus, is like a family member. Therefore, we are also like family and they’re letting us stay here for 700 rs a day (he says it’s 3500 rs a day by government standards). Last night we were talking to the father -- Nabi -- and said we’d like to come back next year. He said we can stay in the “small boat” in back for the 700 rs (we visited it yesterday and it is the old family boat parked in back... reminds me of an old camper that someone has up on blocks in their backyard... no furnishings --they’ll put mattresses and a mosquito net up for us).

The family is really great, besides Nabi, there’s Helema, the mother, and Ayub, the son (as well as Javid, the slightly simply cousin that has been “adopted” by the family because his dad died...he helps serve, clean and paddle the boats...more about him later). Last night the father told us an incredible tale about the history of Kashmir...the battles, the change of rulers, the conflicts, the killings. He concluded by saying that the fighting over who “gets” Kashmir has gone on so long that nobody cares anymore WHO gets it, they just want SOMEONE to get it and LEAVE THEM ALONE to live in peace and tranquility.

Having 700,000 soldiers patrolling Kashmir does not do anything good for tourism and Lake Dal’s boatpeople are totally dependent on tourism.

This morning we got up at 5:30 am, climbed on a small boat with Ayub and his friend and paddled to the vegetable market on the water. Fifty or so local boatpeople with their boats filled with produce -- spinach, carrots, greens, radishes, flowers, etc -- converged in one area to buy and sell. The bartering was very friendly -- more like a gathering of friends... a lot of hugging, chattering, and smoking together as they emptied or filled their boats with fresh vegetables. It’s primarily a wholesale market; they take the produce and sell it to the shops in town after breakfast.

Yesterday Anna and I worked on our water project by talking to people about the water (see attached stories). This has got to be the best place in the world to talk about water... they live on the water, are dependent on the water and love the water. However, there are all sorts of political and social problems surrounding the lake. My favorite story is about the trees that grow on the islands and wetlands that pepper the lake. It seems that a few years ago someone came up with the “wise” idea that the water level on the lake was going down due to the trees absorbing too much of the water. Sooooo, the government officials sent in guys with axes and police guards to chop down EVERY SINGLE tree on the lake. The boatpeople didn’t even have any trees to which to tie their boats! Insanity. Ironically the guy that came up with this harebrained idea died before it was finished (Kharma, I say).

(Oh, just for informational purposes, we have abandoned the Art Karavan for these three days even though I must say that the current group of artists is a terrific group. It’s just that I get so tired of the “group” thing... so much waiting... waiting for a meeting, waiting for a cab or bus... waiting for someone to get ready... waiting for dinner... waiting for tea... waiting, waiting....) We’re hoping that everyone comes out and visits us at the houseboat.

Next day:

To continue the insane stories about governmental officials “saving” Lake Dal. A woman official came to Srinagar and determined that the reason the lake was going down was because the lake farmers were harvesting the weeds and vegetation and mud out of the lake (which they do to stabilize/mulch/fertilize the floating gardens before planting their crops). So, she banned the practice in the main lake despite the protests of the lake people. This really made gardening more difficult because they could only collect the vegetation from the canals that ran through the river “villages”.

The third stupid idea involved the theory that the waterlilies (which are treated as a crop from which they get lotus root and nuts to eat and sell at the market) were making the water level go down. They sent in machines and people to clear them out of the lake. This, of course, not only put a real damper on waterlily produce but also, I would bet, mess up some ecosystems on the lake. This project was ended, however, when the waterlilies reappeared the following year.

As an aside, a foreign lady came up with a way to kill the “bad” weeds in the lake. However, the weed killer was also a lotus killer and its use was banned pronto.

Life on the Lake

So after the market and a delicious breakfast on instant Starbucks coffee (thanks to Joni’s going away present!), we hired a shikara (lake luxury boat) and went on a 2 hour journey to the water filtration facility. Ayub helped paddle or else we’d probably still be on our way there.

We got out of the boat where the water supply line for the entire Srinagar area crosses the lake. We walked the waterline putting up our Save Water (Panni Bachao!) posters on the pipeline and poles of all sorts. When we got to the plant, there were soldiers bunkered just outside. At first the commander told us we were not allowed to take pictures, but by the time Anna finished interviewing the workers about water, posting posters on the walls and just charming them in general, the soldier asked us to hang some posters on their sand-bagged bunker and then proudly posed with the poster (guns and all).

The following day we went (by rickshaw, this time) to the water treatment facility. Really interesting. They get the main water supply from the mountain runoff, but treat water from the lake (which is spring fed) as a reserve. Once again we cut through the bureaucracy by getting permission to tour the plant, hang posters and take photos and do interviews by the head official of the plant. Turns out that one of the workers at the plant is a good friend of Ayubs so he was a happy host and did an interview with Anna.

A funny note: Ayub is a COMPLETELY ENTHUSIASTIC helper on the Pani Bachao! project and the rickshaw driver got into the spirit, too, hanging posters and participating in the water conversations.

The guys also took us to one of the (underused) water gates on the lake. They don’t flush the lake enough, according to some, and this causes the lake to build up pollution. The area around the gate was completely polluted and garbage was everywhere. However, we met some nice people who told us stories about the lake and water.

We also visited a floating village on the lake (where Javid lives). We were MOBBED when we arrived by the women and children of the village (some of them actually punched me in the butt and arm... as a sign of affection? curiosity? not sure) They wanted EVERYTHING on our bodies -- rings, bracelets, watches, necklaces, earrings, clothes... and they were VERY insistent! I had to protect my necklace under my sweater!

We gave them our Pani Bachao! posters and they hung them around their houses and yards. I gave out yarn bracelets... what an experience! They were literally fighting with each other to get a bracelet (although I gave one to anyone who wanted one...in many cases, two). I was ensnarled in thrusting wrists.

We had tea with Javid’s family and then put up another round of posters before leaving. It was an intense hour! (We’re invited to stay for a night the next time we come... that’d be a trip... I’m leaving my jewelry, watch and anything else that I want to keep at the houseboat!)

One of the highlights of our houseboat stay was definitely the food. Helema served the most delicious food I’ve tasted in India. The spinach.... ah! the spinach. She says the recipe is this:

Boil spinach well and then chop it up until it’s mush
Sautee with onions (maybe carmelized first??) and a little oil
Pepper with black pepper

Doesn’t sound like much, but it’s the best spinach I’ve ever tasted! (We insisted on having it every day!) We decided that the incredible flavor must come from the spinach itself. This spinach is grown on the floating gardens which are fertilized with lake plants and mud... must give it a uniquely delicious flavor (although I AM going to try this at home and see how it tastes)

Also had a lake green called haag (sp?) which was boiled, chopped, flavored and sauteed, carrots and peas, lamb sausage, chicken and lamb in sauce. Every dinner was a delicious surprise. The spices the Kashmiris use are subtle and yummy -- cinnamon, cardamon, ?? Sometimes in curd sauce, other times dry, but all the time very, very tasty.

Nabi, the dad, is quite a (flirty) character and is glad to collect hugs at every turn. He told us a lot of stories about life on the lake -- how it came about (long story, read Anna’s interview), how it is to live on the lake and raise kids on the lake (not good, they get stigmatized for living on the lake and don’t get to participate in cricket, etc...horrors!), how the politics and relationships are with others (Lake people and land people do not mingle or mix.... although some lake people also have houses on the land, they cannot marry a land person unless that person has is a lake person by heritage. The lake people were created by a God during an event that sounds very much like Noah and the Ark’s event...... Muslims don’t get along with Hindus although they did in times past... the hostilities and fighting in Kashmir has damaged their relationship ....and no one gets along with the Indian Army (who number 700,000 in Kashmir...largest concentration anywhere)).

The lake people blame the land people for the Lake’s problems and the land people blame the lake people. We interviewed people on both sides but it’d be nice to have about a month here to really stir up interest in Pani Pachow!

The beauty of the lake and the surrounding mountains is amazing. Each day at around 4:30 pm, the lake goes still and the sun brightens before setting and the reflections of the houseboats and vegetation and life as usual on the lake are dazzling. We probably took a couple thousand photos between the three of us and hundreds of them are National Geographic quality.

A trip to Kashmir and Dal Lake is one not to miss (despite the military presence.... just don’t go around alone outside the tourist district or stay on the lake and everything will be fine).