The Heart of the Matter: What Does America Really Know about Coronary Artery Disease Treatments? The drought-tolerant crop could replace teff as an ingredient in injera, the traditional Ethiopian dish that is eaten daily in virtually every home. Test plantings of the millet in the Southern Nations, Nationalities and People's Region - one of the nine ethnic regions of Ethiopia - have so far proved to be successful, the academy says. Peng Dajun, deputy general manager of CGCOC, which is a subsidiary of a large, state-owned Chinese enterprise, says foxtail millet has an annual output of more than 7 metric tons a hectare - about 5 tons more than teff. Several crops can be fermented to make injera, but he says dishes made using foxtail millet taste just like those including teff.
Last year, Ethiopia was hit by its worst drought in decades, leaving 8.2 million people in need of emergency food aid, according to media reports.
Peng says if foxtail millet had been planted widely in Ethiopia, the famine may have been avoided due to its strong drought tolerance. Zhao Zhihai, chief agronomist at the academy, says cooperation with CGCOC can be complementary. Peng adds that CGCOC can mobilize more funds than research institutes and have a better understanding of government policies in Africa.
The two partners have established a millet research center in Addis Ababa, the Ethiopian capital, where Peng aims to make a breakthrough in solving Africa's food security issues. Zhao adds that they are also working on new species and advising enterprises on how to build up a complete industry chain for the crops they develop. David Gann says developing smart cities in China is of great significance as rural to urban migration continues in the country. The professor of innovation and technology management at Imperial College London says the growth of new cities in China, coupled with the increasing density of population, requires Chinese cities to be "smart", such as making data more available, as in the Smart London plan. David Gann says the growth of new cities in China, coupled with the increasing density of population, requires Chinese cities to be "smart". Given that urban dwellers can be more vulnerable to risks such as contagious diseases and severe pollution, Gann says the livability of densely packed cities requires good physical and data infrastructure. According to Gann, "the smart city is about using digital technology to harness data to improve the way in which the city is operating, but it could mean different things in different places". He says some of the things that London does can be a bit different from what cities in China do. Gann, the chairman of the Smart London board, says the concept of Smart London originally stemmed from the successful management of the London 2012 Summer Olympics, where a swath of data was used to support the delivery of the Games.
London was able to provide support digitally for people's experience during the Games in 2012, and as a direct result the decision was taken to create a Smart London board and Gann was asked to be chairman by then-London mayor Boris Johnson. Gann thinks it was his expertise in digital technology, along with its application and use in business and government, plus Imperial College's top reputation in science and technology in Europe, that led to his selection for the job. To make the capital function better, Gann says London has put data utilization at its core to help the city manage its transport, social, economic and environmental systems.
Thanks to contributions from a mix of academics, businesspeople and administrators, the Smart London plan was published in December 2013, to use the creative power of data and technology to improve the lives of Londoners, the experience of visitors, and the conditions for doing business. Since the birth of the plan, there have been huge improvements in some areas, says Gann, adding that one of the key contributors is the London Datastore, a data-sharing portal.
A report published in March, entitled The Future of Smart, documented the board's progress in advising, developing and promoting the use of digital infrastructure and data in London.
Because the London Datastore has been such a powerful piece of infrastructure and is a web portal into information about how London operates, he believes it is liberating, and one of his strong recommendations for China is to make data open.
Also, because the use of scientists and the links between academics, business and government have worked well in London, Gann says China could benefit by encouraging more collaborative efforts from various parties, including researchers, the government and industry.
China could do more with startup entrepreneurs, says Gann, who has lots of experience mentoring startups, supporting rapidly growing tech businesses and developing long-term strategic partnerships with multinational technology corporations. Gann says companies like Huawei, which is also a member of the Smart London Board, can play an important role in helping develop smart cities in China. He says he thinks there are plenty of avenues for Huawei to continue to develop in those areas but also probably in developing new services and understanding how infrastructure is used to optimize its use. One of the challenges for Huawei, Gann says, is determining what sort of platform would really deliver in the long term. COVERED IN DULL OLIVE GREEN SYNTHETIC RAFFIA, BOUND BY GRAY STRINGS, the almost square book seems modestly unadorned.
The book, made by the bookshop owner, Lyu Chonghua, designed by Li Jin and published by Guangxi Fine Arts Publishing House, won the Gold Medal in the Most Beautiful Book in the World competition in Leipzig, Germany, in February. The 200-square-meter shop, beside the gate of the academy, is jam packed with 20,000 books and other items related to the arts, gorgeous calligraphy model books, plaster statues and row upon row of neatly stored brushes. Li, 44, looks smart and elegant, wearing a dark cotton gown, her long black hair in a bun held together by a hairpin.
She was a classmate of Lyu at the Xi'an Academy of Fine Arts, where the pair studied graphic design, more than 20 years ago. Publishers use it to protect books while they are being transported because such wrapping is cheap but durable. Lyu dipped into his own savings to produce the book, spending more than 200,000 yuan ($30,600) on the first and second print runs of 7,500 copies, which quickly sold out after the book won the award in Leipzig, paving the way for a third printing, which is due out soon.
His mother, Ma Xiulian, who founded the family book business, rejected his plans for what eventually became an award winner as a waste of money. In January 2010 at the Beijing Book Fair Lyu met Zhang Dong, then vice editor-in-chief of Guangxi Fine Arts Publishing House. So he drew a caricature of himself as a signature in the bottom right corner of each order. On average, he drew three to four orders a day and over the next 10 years, before fax was largely supplanted by e-mail, he built up a stack of more than 10,000 orders. After returning to Xi'an from the Beijing Book Fair in 2010, Lyu started preparing the book.
However, beyond that cheery optimism for the family business, Lyu is well acquainted with the tough times the book industry is going through and appreciates that in fact the family business may be much closer to its end than its beginning. The family started the book business in 1982 soon after Ma Xiulian arrived in Xi'an with her two sons, Lyu and his older brother Lyu Qinbing, to be with her husband, Lyu Anwei, who was a lowly paid teacher of scenography at the Xi'an Academy of Fine Arts. At first they sold books about the arts, with their wares spread out on the ground, around universities, and business was brisk. In 1984 they sold 250 of the 5,000 sets of the first print of the Complete Collection of Shakespeare and 600 of the 4,900 copies of the first print of Sigmund Freud's A General Introduction to Psychoanalysis. The following year the family rented a shop of less than 20 square meters next to the Xi'an Conservatory of Music and later moved to its current location in Jixiangcun, where the poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty (AD 618-907) is said to have once lived, and it expanded to the current size.
After leaving high school in 1991, Lyu joined in running the business and in 1996, after he graduated from the Xi'an Academy of Fine Arts, Li, by then 25, decided to take over the business from his father. With its intimate acquaintance with the arts the family has the kind of credentials that make it a natural for running the business they have, Lyu's father and his wife Liang Bing both having studied oil painting, and Lyu himself having studied graphic design. The annual rent is 450,000 yuan, which means the shop needs takings of more than 1,200 yuan a day just to pay the rent. As with many other bookshops in China, Fangyuan started to feel the pinch when e-commerce began to take off in the country, but the most immediate cause for the Xi'an store's woes comes down to bricks and mortar rather than the ether of cyberspace.
There is no doubt, either, that e-books have eaten into the profits of those who sell printed books. You can look at pictures of any place on Earth on your computer, he says, but that is totally different to seeing the world for yourself. In late June 2010 Shaanxi Library hosted an exhibition called The Most Beautiful Books from Germany. Li, teaching book design at the university, took a ruler, a notebook and a pen to study the books. Later in summer, after Ma left home to visit her mother, she needed to return home to look after her oldest son, who was ill. The shop had had 10,000 orders, many of them similar, and including all would have made the book tedious, so they picked more than 2,000 and put the most representative ones in the main part of the book and the others were made into four flip books on the left side. In order to include more material, those Li believes are minor stories, they printed more private information on the left-hand pages that are closed at the front by the fold.
They used relatively thin paper so that the content on the left-hand pages appears on the front, like hazy memories. The Leipzig judges said the printed left-hand pages "serve up the additional content like an unopened fruit. The extraordinary exploits of adventurer William Mesny are recounted in a new biography that fizzes with lively characters and provides a valuable insight into life during the last decades of the Qing Dynasty.
One morning in 1998, David Leffman awoke to find himself with a desert-dry throat, a thumping hangover and a notebook littered with jottings about an uprising in the 1860s that resulted in the deaths of 3 million people.
Although the hangover eventually subsided, the scribbled notes Leffman had taken during a three-day "Sisters Meal", courtesy of the Miao ethnic group in the southwestern province of Guizhou, were so intriguing he couldn't get them out of his mind. That weekend signaled the start of a 15-year obsession with William Mesny, a British adventurer who arrived in China as a penniless sailor in 1860 and rose to the rank of general in the Imperial Army of the Qing Dynasty (1644 - 1911), before dying as he had arrived, almost broke, in Shanghai in 1919.
The upshot of that decade and a half of travel and research is Leffman's recently published biography of Mesny, The Mercenary Mandarin: How a British Adventurer Became a General in Qing-Dynasty China, a story packed with stirring tales of derring-do and larger-than-life characters, deftly interwoven with the events that drove the times. Mesny, a native of Jersey in the Channel Islands, led a full and dangerous life in China, plying many trades - gunrunner, jailer, newspaper columnist, government official, soldier, artillery expert, bridge designer, author and historian, to name just a few - before donning his general's uniform. He spoke fluent Chinese, advocated the modernization of all areas of society and, unusually for a Westerner at the time, had several close Chinese friends and seems to have been genuinely untainted by notions of superiority. Indeed, both Mesny and his brother John, an officer in the Chinese customs, married Chinese women - William twice, at different times, of course - and raised families with them. His life and travels were so remarkable, and well-publicized at the time, that it's surprising to learn that The Mercenary Mandarin is the first full biography of Mesny, although Leffman expresses great admiration for Keith Stevens' 100-page A Jersey Adventurer in China, published by the Hong Kong Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society in 1992.
In Leffman's hands, Mesny emerges as a Zelig-like character; someone who was always - at least in his own accounts of events - in the thick of the action, whenever and wherever it occurred.
On the positive side he was ingenious, industrious, generous, resourceful, courageous and honest.
Sadly for Mesny, those attributes were often overshadowed by less admirable qualities, such as impulsiveness, a desire to stand on his dignity and an almost childlike naivety. The first official reference to Mesny comes in 1860 in an Australian newspaper report relating how the 18-year-old sailor was fined for an unprovoked attack that left the bosun of his ship nursing several bruised ribs. That first visit, made as the country moved forward with the reform and opening-up policy, was hard work because Leffman spoke no Chinese and only had a vague plan of action. Following his brother's arrival in Beijing, the two set out to visit the capital's major tourist sites. The brothers' constant presence obviously perplexed Michael, who paid Leffman "a huge compliment by complaining loudly to his entourage of photographers that I didn't look like a Wham fan".
A few years later, as a fledgling author for the Rough Guides travel series, he used his photojournalism experience in China to successfully lobby the editors to send him to write about the southwest of the country.
In addition to China, Leffman, who lived in Queensland for 20 years and holds dual British-Australian nationality, has written guidebooks about many countries and regions, including Iceland, Australia, Indonesia, Hong Kong and Macao, and has even ghosted a cookbook for a Chinese author. He estimates that he has visited China more than 15 times since that first trip, often in the company of his wife, and spending about three years in total, traveling, observing, learning and writing about a country that has fascinated him during the 30 years since he and I first met.
Usually, each visit lasted six months, occasionally broken into two blocks, but the longest was nine months. To ensure that they would be able to communicate with their interviewees, Leffman and his wife signed up for intensive Chinese courses; first at London University's School of Oriental and African Studies and later at Sichuan University in Chengdu. Although it took many years to research and recount Mesny's life, including retracing his steps as far as possible to visit cities, battlefields and other places of interest, Leffman rarely felt overwhelmed or despaired that he might not finish writing The Mercenary Mandarin.
That affection for Guizhou, and indeed most things Chinese, is highlighted in The Mercenary Mandarin by the use of Mesny's own words, culled from thousands of items, including newspaper reports and articles, published collectively as Mesny's Chinese Miscellany. At four volumes and running to a mammoth 2,000 pages and about 1 million words, the Miscellany contains Mesny's thoughts on just about anything and everything connected with life in China: politics, food, social mores, ailments and treatments, the standing of the army, the price of rice and, increasingly, his own perilous financial situation. Everything, it seems, was grist to his mill, and although Mesny rewrote previously published articles to bring his own role to the fore, the collection remains a valuable and fascinating window into life in China during the last decades of the Qing Dynasty. His own odyssey allowed Leffman to retrace Mesny's seemingly endless treks, visiting the places he fought or lived, and interviewing direct descendents of many of his friends and colleagues.
He also set great store in the Miscellany as a source of information about his subject's opinions of the people and events he encountered during nearly 60 years in the country.
As Leffman points out in the introduction to The Mercenary Mandarin, the Miscellany, written in the flowery English of the time, is an extraordinary piece of work, given that Mesny left school at age 8 and his English was initially poor.
The "Slash Generation" are leading double lives as they experience the thrill of different identities. At their normal workplace they are, say, a teacher from 9 to 5, from 6 to 7 they may be an online flower arranger and from 8 to 10 they could be a film reviewer.
But it is important to note that money or monetary rewards, for the "Slash Generation" or the "Slashes", are not their driving force.
Alboher pointed out that "slashing has also taken hold overseas" and some living on the other side of the planet are discovering how punctuated careers can integrate and satisfy multiple passions, talents and interests that a single career may be unable to match. Six jobs don't bother him, Cheng told China Daily, as they are "interconnected" by facilitating people-to-people exchanges between Taiwan and the Chinese mainland. In a maker-space in Beijing, Cheng worked as a project manager to help Taiwan entrepreneurs through consulting and financial investment.
But there are only so many hours in a day and living a full professional life can have consequences in the private sphere. Upon graduating from the University of the Arts, London, in 2011, Kang became a user interface designer of a government website in 2013 and a tutor in an art education training center that year. Adding a slash to his career by necessity, not by choice, Kang said doing only what he likes does not pay the bills in a major city like Beijing. Art and design may seem as if they are from the same stable but actually they are incompatible with each other, Kang said.
Kang is confident that he will make the breakthrough in the visual arts, but he is also aware that his company may demand that he becomes "slashless" to give them more of his energy. Liu Xuezhi, vice-president of the Chinese Academy of Personnel Science said that the Slash Generation could set a trend as the Internet had made it possible for people to satisfy their creative yearnings.
From the employment perspective, Liu said of course there are companies looking for full-time specialists to focus on only one area, but there are also a number of bosses who want to hire members of the Slash Generation both for their creativity and because it can help "slash" costs. Students at Shanghai's Jinshajiang Road Primary School hone their skills, especially dribbling, tackling and shooting, every day in intense workouts after school under the guidance of Spanish coach Jose Luis Iglesias. A rapidly developing tactical awareness is evident, as players get into position and run off the ball.
Ray Sports is rolling out a program in cooperation with Shanghai's municipal education authority to help improve the city's junior soccer training program with European expertise offered by 10 foreign coaches it hired, including the 24-year-old Iglesias.
Having adapted to life in Shanghai, Iglesias now trains students from grade one to five for two and a half hours after school from Monday to Friday, while coaching the school team at regional tournaments on weekends. As China aims to develop into a soccer power, highlighted in a long-term plan announced earlier last month, an increasing number of youth promotion programs and junior camps, featuring foreign coaches, have been organized by governmental departments, social organizations and private companies.
Inspired by President Xi Jinping, an avid soccer fan, the government approved a national plan in March aimed at transforming the country into a dominant soccer power in Asia by 2030 and a leading world competitor two decades later. One of the keystones of the plan is to encourage more children to participate in the game in a joint effort of cooperation between the Chinese Football Association and the Ministry of Education. Wang Dengfeng, director of the ministry's PE, health and art department, envisions a surge in student interest in the game as well as the training programs. In accordance with the national outline, the ministry, in cooperation with the CFA, has set a goal to increase the number of schools specializing in soccer from more than 8,000 to 20,000, encouraging more than 30 million primary and secondary school students to practice regularly and training 5,000 school soccer instructors by 2020.
A four-tier school league system is currently operated by the Ministry of Education with more than 100,000 inter-school matches played last year, involving 2.7 million students. Still, the lack of training expertise as well as facilities have been a pressing issue, and this needs more investment from both local governments and the private sector, said youth training expert Jin Zhiyang. To raise soccer's profile in the country, 16 clubs from the Chinese Super League, the top-flight competition in the country, spent a staggering $373 million during the most recent transfer window to purchase high-profile overseas players for the 2016 season.
In contrast, the average governmental funding for each school registered in the four-tier system is less than 10,000 yuan ($1,539) for all expenses, while more than 10,000 students currently have to share, on average, a playing area of half a soccer field, according to CFA. The lack of public funding has opened business opportunities for companies such as Ray Sports and Sport 8 International to introduce foreign resources. Sport 8, a Beijing-based company offering online-to-offline soccer education and training programs for local coaches, has been cooperating with Pan-China Sports, a sports infrastructure developer, to build and manage 300 soccer pitches in Beijing, according to Sport 8 co-founder Bai Qiang. Featuring the advanced Dutch youth training know-how that has produced an abundant supply of stars, including Sneijder and his fellow countryman Arjen Robben, Sport 8's training program, which is conducted by a foreign training crew from the Netherlands, has reached out to more than 70 Chinese cities, instructing about 15,000 local PE teachers. The after-school training provided by private companies and NGOs will serve as a supplement to the governmental effort, said Bai. Students undergo training at the No 2 Experimental Primary School in Wenxian county, Henan province, in April. The professor of marketing and innovation at Britain's Warwick Business School says brands of the power and reach of Apple give companies breathing space to do research and development.
Wang, who was speaking at the Kerry Hotel in Beijing on one of her many annual visits to her native China, says the lack of global brands, not just in technology but in almost every sphere, was a real problem for the world's second-largest economy. She cites that there were no Chinese brands in the Interbrand top 100 best global brands survey in 2015. She believes the lack of brands is undermining the country's technological efforts and achievements even though it overtook the United States and Japan as the world's largest filer of patents in 2012. The major question though is how far China - once light years behind at the time of reform and opening up in the late 1970s - has to go in catching up with the West in terms of technology. Her father was branded a "landlord" and lost his job at the height of the "cultural revolution (1966-76)", which meant the family was sent to the remote southwest Chinese province of Yunnan to a labor camp for intellectuals.
When the universities reopened in 1978 she was accepted by Xi'an University of Technology at just 16 to study engineering.
She then went on to study management science at Tianjin University before being accepted on scholarship under a technology cooperation scheme between the British Council and the Chinese government to study in the UK.
So in 1988, she arrived at Warwick University to study for a doctorate in marketing and has lived in the UK ever since. She went on to teach at John Moores University in Liverpool and after a spell at Sussex university in Brighton went back to Warwick University, where her specialization is a combination of marketing and innovation.
Along with others such as Peter Williamson at Judge Business School at Cambridge University, she is pre-eminent in combining these two disciplines.
Wang, who is engaging but with a steely determination, also specializes in Chinese marketing on the advice of Robin Wensley, the former dean of Warwick Business School. She says that it was a new subject in China because in the 1970s there wasn't even a word for it. Wang has been quite evangelical in trying to get across the message in China itself that brands and marketing are important. She says when China first began to rapidly develop, many Chinese companies found their brands were killed almost at birth by Western companies. Wang, who has held a number of posts at Chinese universities, including Sun Yat-sen, Tongji and Tsinghua, says the problem many Chinese brands face today is the negative association attached with being from China.
She, however, believes Chinese companies such as Alibaba, Tencent and Huawei have made huge strides. Chinese infrastructure companies are also moving from markets such as Africa, where they are now well established, to Europe to be involved in major projects such as HS2. Every morning, Lu Shaojie parks her car beside a gravestone shaded by trees on the slope of Cuiwei Mountain in western Beijing, before going to work as a tour guide at Fahai Temple, just a few hundred meters to the northeast.
A copperplate printing of Da Bao En Temple in Nanjing, made by missionary artists in the 19th century. Apart from that, the only fact known for sure about Li is that he was a prominent eunuch of the Ming Dynasty (1368-1644). Ever since Zheng's story was spread more widely in the early 20th century, the mystique of the seafarer has been perpetuated partly by his being a eunuch of the Ming court. According to Zheng Zihai, a descendent of Zheng He, his ancestor was Li's colleague for nearly 30 years. Whether the friendship was due to mutual fondness or political convenience remains unknown. In 1956, a gilt bronze miniature tower was unearthed in the underground chamber of the temple tower. And for those who have read about the evils of the Ming eunuchs, spending a few minutes inside the dark main hall of Fahai Temple, where the frescoes are housed, may open another window. During the reign of Qianlong (1735-95), it became customary for European nations to send clocks to the palace, either as gifts or on request. Wang says he has passed on his skills, which are listed as national intangible cultural heritage, to his 24-year-old son. In 1933 the German photographer Hedda Morrison went to a western suburb of Beijing, where she discovered what she would call the city's most interesting temple.
However, the way Morrison went about her work, which she wrote about in detail, is likely to fascinate the modern reader almost as much as her pictures. It was a miracle moment, when the photographer's experiences, which I read about years ago, jumped out from the back of my mind, vivid and fresh. And few, according to Lu, have dug deep into the history of the frescoes, and by extension that of the temple. The result of the five-year endeavor is a grand temple built on three terraces and scaling Cuiwei Mountain.
Covering 237 square meters in total, the frescoes include 77 figures - not including animals - in nine scenes that amount to either individual or group portraits. A detail Lu never fails to point out to visitors is the white gauze draped across the body of Avalokitesvara, or Bodhisattva, the Goddess of Infinite Compassion, painted on the back wall of the altar.
However, the status that the murals enjoy today in Chinese art history has not prevented them from vicissitudes, especially in modern times.
Tao Jun is the vice-director of the Fahai Cultural Relics Protection Bureau, the organization directly in charge of the temple's protection and maintenance, with its office on the temple precincts. The alarming message was soon passed to Ye Qianyu (1907-1995), a renowned painter and art educator who at the time taught at the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing.
They are still there on a lower section of the northern wall in the main hall, together with a couple of holes that used to hold the nails.
The goat's hair and egg white may have reduced the wall's vulnerability in the hands of nature, but it needed a courageous soul to save the frescoes from those determined to have them destroyed.
That was the genesis of the friendship between Ding and Wu Xiaolu, the doorman of the middle school whom many today consider the protector of the Fahai Temple.
Today, those sculptures can only be viewed in the black-and-white pictures taken by British reporter Angela Latham, Morrison's contemporary who photographed the temple in 1937 and had the pictures published in the Illustrated London News that same year. Wu, in the final years of his life, suffered from Alzheimer's disease and handed the keys to Fahai's main hall to Ding. Before his death, Wu, who had been an antiques dealer for years before a series of misfortunes brought him to Fahai, left a will in which he requested to be buried near the temple.
Lu saw the murals for the first time in 2011, before deciding that she "wanted to do something for them". When Li Tong commissioned the building of the Fahai Temple about 600 years ago he could barely have imagined that one day it would link him to one of his contemporaries, the world-famous Chinese mariner and explorer Zheng He (also known in English as Cheng Ho).
Commanding a fleet some of whose ships were 120 meters long - Christopher Columbus's Santa Maria, by comparison, was 26 meters - Zheng made expeditionary voyages to parts of Asia and Africa from 1405 to 1433. Ever since his story began to become widely known in the early 20th century, the mystique of Zheng He has been perpetuated partly by the fact that he was a eunuch of the Ming court (1368-1644). According to Zheng Zihai, a descendant of Zheng He, his ancestor was Li's colleague for nearly 30 years.
Whether the friendship was minted as a result of mutual fondness or political convenience will forever remain a mystery. In 1956 a gilt bronze miniature tower was unearthed in the underground chamber of the temple tower. But Zheng Zihai, who has been to the Fahai Temple in Beijing to study its frescoes, has his own view. And for those who have read enough about the evils of the Ming eunuchs, spending a few minutes inside the dark main hall of the Fahai Temple, where the frescoes are housed, may open another window. On April 13 local time, the State Department of the United States released its country reports on human rights practices. The use of guns was out of control in the United States, which severely threatened citizens' right of life. Citizens' personal security could not be guaranteed with the excessive use of violence by police.
The prison system in the United States was plagued by corruption and severely violated inmates' human rights.
Money politics and clan politics were prevailing and the political rights of the citizens were not safeguarded effectively. The billable hour: Damaging to your brain, detrimental to life satisfaction, and destructive to client trust? Based on stylistic comparisons such as striations inside body contours and the presentation of horns in twisted perspective, several Paleolithic art experts, including the first curator of the Chauvet Cave, Jean Clottes, have accredited the Portuguese friezes to the early Solutrean of about 20,000 years ago3.
In Portugal, the government did the opposite a€“ plunging ahead with a project destined to destroy the nationa€™s oldest cultural heritage by completing a 300-million-dollar dam whose reservoir will flood a valley packed with dozens of art sites spread over at least 17 kilometers. Yet construction continues - even on holidays - and the water is about to rise another hundred meters.
A male ibex with his head shown in two positions, as if he were turning to watch the female behind him.


As we drove up to a sentry box perched on the lip of a road into the vast, unnatural gashing of mountains at Foz CA?a, it was hard to tell if the young guard blocking us in a crisp red and gray uniform represented a well-heeled security service or an elite military unit - but it was plain that bluff and sweet talk wouldn't get us far.
The next time the car eased over the knuckles of a road crisscrossed by up-ended strata, past empty huts built just of stacked slabs, and jostled between overhanging and plunging cliffs until an avalanche of tailings from an old quarry almost blocked the path.
Here was one of the places of grandeur where our ancestors had first grasped visions and then concretized them by hewing - and sometimes painting - images into rock panels.
As I pushed forward and the river grew shallower, turtles became so numerous that their stacks toppled like circus acts from the brinks of submerged cliffs.
As a draftsman, I could feel empathy for the beast flowing into the hands that had etched her. This first frieze stood at a fitting point, practically where the reservoir yielded to the original rapids and long pools of the virgin river. Far away across the moonscape of rutted ramps, knots of men stood before tunnels as fleets of dump trucks, made so tiny by distance that they only gave away their magnitude by over-sized wheels, eased to the brink of platforms, and added avalanches to tailings.
Above us, the titanium-white cleanliness of the cement plant's towers stood in bold contrast to the devastation, like a phalanx of gigantic chess-rooks bunched for the kill. According to press articles, the dam-builders had recognized him as the true discoverer of Portugal's first reported Paleolithic engravings, at nearby Mazouco, even though the doctoral student's mentor, Professor Vitor Oliviera Jorge, had stolen his thunder.7 They had given Rebanda a job as their obligatory salvage archaeologist when the new doctor somehow couldn't get a position on a faculty. In return, all he'd had to do was wait till their concrete curtain had gone up and its reservoir had risen into a sea so voluminous and costly that its drainage would have been unthinkable.
My goateed interlocutor smirked as he told me I could try looking for the doctor at the complex built for the previous dam, 15A kilometers downstream. But I'd hit pay dirt: the fact that I might hear Rebanda's mea culpa was more than Ia€™d hoped for.
Sebastian elected to wait outside and embarked on Jules Verne's Journey to the Center of the Earth as I knocked at the locked door.
Still, I complimented her on her English, sympathized with them for having to put up with this hierarchical bother, and kept spinning innocuous questions, while she kept waiting for me to go. When Rebanda's secretary came out again, to see if she could get either me a€“ or her boss - to give up as the wait grew embarrassingly long, I asked her what the round silos with tipped roofs on the hills had been used for.
But the next time, after they had gotten used to my rounds, I stepped inside and admired a sequence of two eight-foot-tall maps full of pins.
Something was wrong: in addition to the constellations of pins extending for 17 kilometers upstream from the construction site, there were dozens downstream, along the reservoir behind the dam just outside!
Finally, so many hours had passed, and she'd informed the doctor so many times that I was still hanging around, that I was forced by the sheer need for new scenery to vary my route, and drifted through empty rooms. The only thing the reports agreed on was that Rebanda had somehow discovered the flooded portion of Canada do Inferno by the previous autumn22 a€“ asking the EDP to lower the Pocinho reservoir by just 3 meters in November 1994 so he could study the engravings.23 a€?They told me it was too expensive,a€? Rebanda had told the New York Times.
So who had shot these photographs, which looked like they had been taken when the sites were dry vegetated hillsides instead of among the muck and bare banks below a fallen waterline?
I realized that the photos of the dry sites might have been taken before the Pocinho Dam, which had flooded them, had even been completed a€“ over 12 years before! UNESCO had suggested Clottes, who, in an uncanny convergence of good and bad karma, was taken on a whirlwind tour of the tip of the iceberg at Canada do Inferno, then immediately whisked to a press conference in Vila Nova do Foz CA?a on Dec 16th, 199428 a€“ just two days before the discovery of the Chauvet Cave that catapulted him, as its first interpreter and protector, from the summit of the French archaeological establishment to world fame.
But Clottesa€™ judgement was mixed, confirming that the art could be dated on stylistic grounds to the early Solutrean or even late Gravettian of twenty to twenty-four thousand years ago while suggesting that flooding the valley might be the best way of protecting it, since Portugal was ill-equipped to protect such widely dispersed panels from vandals!29 a€?There is no easy solution,a€? he told a reporter.
What the press forgot to emphasize with quite as much fervor was the fact that Clottes had prefaced his Solomonic verdict by saying, a€?Whatever happens, the engravings must be preserved and not be damaged.a€? Clottes might have felt that he could safely pass the buck because no art conservationist could honestly guarantee the engravingsa€™ fate once they were subjected to currents carrying abrasives, burial under the petrifying alluvia that accumulates behind dams,33 and the worlda€™s most destructive solvent a€“ water, which would dissolve pigments and destabilize rock that had proven its resistance to aerial conditions over tens of millennia.
While chatting up the gaunt fellow traveller at the construction site, Ia€™d pretended to make small talk by asking engineering questions, including one about the depth of the sediment that had accumulated behind the Pocinho dam. The irony of it was that Clottesa€™ efforts to be honest without irritating his hosts had been the spark that the French diplomats had dreaded.
Despite the fact that the great prehistoriana€™s reputation would remain largely intact, and with good reason, in much of the rest of the world,34 the Portuguese intelligentsia began to shun him. A€ propos of CA?a, two Portuguese rock art researchers, who couldna€™t stomach Clottes after his press conference, ironically echoed him by telling me, confidentially, that flooding the engravings could still be a blessing since it would save them from graffiti and those boogeymen of archaeologistsa€™ dreams, prowling collectors. My guess is that he was so beleaguered by advisers that he was just trying to get out of an awkward situation as quickly, judiciously and diplomatically as possible.
I mentioned to Rebanda that I had just attended the lecture on Chauvet, that I even had a videotape of it right there in my camera.
So it's true, I thought, drowning the site was Rebanda's solution to the problem of ownership of photographic rights. But then, what about Rebanda's self-serving talk of photo credits, not to mention the engravings already submerged by the dam at the doorstep a€“ and his belief that the engravings were doomed to be flooded?
Strangely enough, I could again see it being both ways, since the roots of tragedy are self-deception and entwined motives.
He must have realized that I was rooting for him to pull himself out of his tailspin, because suddenly he decided.
Upon leaving, Sebastian asked to check out the Pocinho dam, so I drove round an interchange into an empty parking lot with planters. As the sun slanted over the plateau into the wilderness of the CA?a valley, I decided to sneak into a side-valley to the north of our campsite that Rebanda's map had cluttered with pins.
Then, after breaching a wall of rushes, we broke to the reservoir's edge - and were met by a horned skull stuck on a stake. Suddenly, I remembered what Rebanda had said about the engravings' association with witchcraft. Being obstinate (or perhaps because of the prehistoric setting), I started whittling stone, knapping a microlithic surgeon's kit, and then bent single-mindedly to my task - failing till I was disgusted with myself and worried for my victim (which I had bizarrely associated with Rebanda). This time there were two guards behind an overhanging military fence crested by barbed wire. The guard who beckoned us in was rearing a guard-dog puppy, which scampered around, tumbling over ledges and using its chin to lever itself over steps. Our guide was a decent young man who couldn't help feeling uneasy blocking access to these bold masterpieces at the source of all our arts. Still, these guards were actually tame as the locals poured down to catch a glimpse of the animals through the fence.
After he'd hastened to take up his time-clock again, I wandered if there might not be even more testimonials of man's attraction to this classical Eden with its islets and fords in the flowery river, and browsed through a plowed orchard, along a contour which I judged would have been the valley floor half a million years ago. We knew the next dawn would be our last, so we broke camp in blue light to explore the teeming side-valley beyond the first auroch.
Not Portugal's - OURS - because this art is so old, despite its elegance, that we share the blood and genius of those distant ancestors who awoke to the universe, whether our cavalcade of ancestors migrated around the Old World or came across the Bering Straits 14,000 years ago. Footnotes have been added to the internet version of the article to provide historical perspective and more detail about sources than the versions that were published & distributed in 1995. 1 The three discoverers of the Chauvet Cave were Eliette Brunel Deschamps, Christian Hillaire, and Jean-Marie Chauvet. 2 The IPPAR announced the existence of the valleya€™s engravings on November 19, 1994 but a video was made of them in 1993. 10 Bahn 1995 for a re-capitulation of the same accusations against the IPPAR & Rebanda.
33 Bednarik & Jaffe have been the most outspoken spokesmen about delusions concerning the protective qualities of reservoirs a€“ which not only inundate art panels with water but deep alluvial deposits that make their later recovery dangerous and impractical. 34 Interestingly, a few years after this appeal was written, Clottes came under fierce attack and even ridicule by many representatives of the French intelligentsia, including some of the countrya€™s most prominent prehistorians, after he and David Lewis-Williams published a€?The Shamans of Prehistory: Trance and magic in the painted cavesa€? in 1996. As soon as their results indicating that the art might be only 3,000 to 6,500 years old (if not even younger) were announced a€“ which actually made the engravings even more astonishing, potentially rewriting the history of rock art or even making Portugal the last bastion of the Paleolithic tradition a€“ the most important Portuguese right-wing weekly screamed that the direct-dating results proved that stylistic daters like Clottes had perpetrated a a€?FRAUDa€? (O Independente, 7 July 1995). It should also be noted that the individuals who participated in the debate were often somewhat unwittingly drawn into playing secondary or tertiary roles in a struggle between the Portuguese Ministry of Culture and Ministry of Industry. 40 In November 1995 - six months after this call-toa€“arms was published and circulated to Prehistoric Art Emergencya€™s volunteers (who Ia€™m glad to report included a young actor, Yann Montelle, who went on to earn a doctorate in prehistory) - a book edited by Jorge called a€?Dossier CA?aa€? appeared with 20 contributions by him or his wife.
44 After writing this article in May 1995, it occurred to me that I might have missed one of the main reasons for eliminating Rebanda from Portugala€™s archaeological milieu a€“ the fact that he was so effective at finding rock art that drew international attention, first to Mazouco, then to CA?a. 49 When I wrote the article, I assumed that the two young men were Rebandaa€™s subordinates and referred to them as a€?draftsmena€?. 50 After initially denigrating both the art and the idea of extracting it, the EDP later adopted the idea as one of its three strategies for overcoming opposition to the dam project. Compared with the funds needed for scientific research, he says the costs of popularizing the crop and promoting it in the market are far higher.
There are no plug and play technologies that fit into the same types of infrastructure in different cities, he says. And the stories in it about a simple man and his family's bookshop in the city of Xi'an are unlikely to stir readers that much. And in the most important location are a stack of solid olive green books, copies of Order: The Story of Fangyuan Bookshop, which are barely discernible because they almost melt into the background.
He squints and bares the teeth under his handlebar moustache in a broad smile, looking for all the world like a caricature of those images in the book. By then, the family had run the bookshop for 28 years, and the ambitious Lyu can see the family running it beyond when it is 100 years old. That expertise helped give the shop a great deal of credibility that contributed to its success, and when it was at its best it employed 11 people.
Li Jin, Lyu Chonghua and another classmate of theirs at college, Wei Tao, went to take a look. She was surprised that the books she saw there, as attractive as they were, were not that fancy, and they did not strike her as being particularly collectable. In 2011 he started collecting materials for the book, trying to tell the stories of his family and the bookstore from many different angles. In three years, based on her understanding of beautiful books and the Lyu family, she tried more than 60 different formats. Despite being well-grounded in Chinese history, the British author was astonished that he had never heard of the uprising, so he decided to learn more about it. Although technically a biography, the author's grasp of history and the pivotal events of the time provide an excellent guide to late 19th century China and the conditions under which people lived. Weighing heavier on the scales are his tendency to take the credit for other people's ideas, and at a time when traveling in the interior inevitably meant handing out bribes and "gifts", his refusal to give face or money to local officials often hindered his progress in terms of both geography and his career.
In 1985, the then 20-year-old photography student at the London College of Printing - now the London College of Communication - was left a small inheritance, so he asked his tutors for permission to travel to China during term time to undertake a photojournalism project.
One day, as they rested on the Great Wall, the brothers spotted a couple of Westerners being guided by a large group of Chinese officials and surrounded by a gaggle of photographers and journalists.
Only later did the brothers realize that the men were George Michael and Andrew Ridgley, then better known as Wham, the first Western pop group to perform live in China. That trip sparked an ongoing love affair with the provinces of Guizhou, Sichuan and Yunnan.
And, having spent 25 years working to deadlines, it was an indulgence to set my own pace," he explained. As Channel Islanders, and therefore geographically closer to France than the British mainland, the Mesny family spoke French at home. The "Slash" are not in it just for the cash, though financial rewards are always appreciated, as the age of the Internet and mass information provides them a chance to explore different roles in a way previous generations could only dream of. In an age of austerity it is not unusual for people to take on an extra job to pay the bills but for the Slash Generation their motivation is not primarily to improve their bank balance but to unleash their creativity. It made me feel really good when you made a difference in a new area which you used to know nothing about," he said.
Although Cheng loves his jobs, enjoys his life and has somehow managed to juggle various identities, he confessed that finding the time to have a girlfriend has been problematic. Unlike Cheng, who was focusing on many fronts, Zhu is really concentrating on making his rock festival famous in China. Art is about expressing your own ideas in your works while design is a business to meet the demands of your clients.
These include self-control, good communication skills and they are popular in their circle.
Kind-hearted, enthusiastic, and it seems that no matter what situation there are in, they can adapt quickly. They have a variety of interests, are always willing to experience new things and have friends from wide-ranging backgrounds. The scene is reminiscent of youth practice sessions at La Liga (Spain's top professional league) giants such as Barcelona and Real Madrid, he said. The high levels of enthusiasm and the school's commitment to develop the soccer program has impressed Iglesias, who was hired by Beijing-based Ray Sports last October to train players at the school as a physical education teacher.
China opened its first line in 2007 and now has 19,000 kilometers of track in service, more than the rest of the world's high-speed rail networks together. Her father taught philosophy at a military college and her mother taught Chinese literature.
So researchers and scientists don't talk to marketers because they speak different languages. She addressed the Pujiang Innovation Forum, organized by the Ministry of Science & Technology, in Shanghai as far back as 2000. They had brands that could have been quite promising but they allowed themselves to be acquired by Western brands who basically discarded them," she says. However, if one listens to Lu, the story of Li is inextricably linked to that of another man, the much more famous Chinese mariner and explorer Zheng He (also known in English as Cheng Ho), whose expeditionary voyages between 1405 and 1433 took his fleet to parts of Asia and Africa. However, few people know that Zheng, who lived between 1371 and 1433, was a devout Buddhist. But they did have a faith, Buddhism, in common, something they also shared with successive Ming rulers.
Some historians think his ashes were returned to his homeland when the fleet reached the Chinese coast in July of that year. But no connection was made between the bronze tower and the Fahai frescoes until Zheng Zihai visited the temple years later.
Between 1412 and 1428, under the supervision of Zheng He, a grand Buddhist temple was built in Nanjing and known as Da Bao En Temple, or the Temple of Gratitude. Many even blame them for the fall of the Ming 276 years after its founding, in 1644," says Lu, the tour guide.
The master clock restorer, 55, looks after hundreds of timepieces at the museum, also known as the Forbidden City. Today, he shares a 60-square-meter studio with two other craftsmen in a closed section of the museum. With a Rolleiflex twin lens camera and a heart captivated by the beauty of oriental art, she recorded in black and white the stunning frescoes on the walls of the temple's main hall. Since the frescoes remained in the shadows, she had to remove some of the roof tiles to allow in sufficient light. For me it was reignited one morning early last month as the lady who was my guide led me into the ancient hall and switched on a flashlight. Built between 1439 and 1443, Fahai Temple was commissioned and funded by Li Tong, a powerful eunuch of the Ming Dynasty (1368-1644) who is believed to have served five successive emperors.
The original design featured a main hall and four ancillary halls as well as a bell and drum tower and several side rooms.
This flimsy, barely-there piece of clothing is made up of little hexagonal flowers, each petal measuring less than one square of a centimeter, composed of eight veins.
By the late 19th century the temple compound had been reduced to an ad hoc refugee camp, colonized by paupers and tramps. It did not take long before it reached other important cultural figures, and ultimately, the Beijing municipal government, which alerted the army. As thin as hair but much shorter, the material is mingled with mud and plaster to form the wall. And according to Lu, the darkness inside the main hall also helped, since the vandals did not realize how sumptuous the frescoes were. However, very few people know that Zheng, who lived between 1371 and 1433, was a devout Buddhist.
And it became a trend among powerful eunuchs, who had no blood offspring to pass their fortunes to, to build temples.
Some historians believe ashes of his bones were carried back to his homeland when the fleet reached the Chinese coast in July that year. Inscribed on it were the words "offered by Buddhist disciple, court eunuch Li Fushan", fushan echoing Zheng He's and Li Tong's religious name.
It made comments on the human rights situation in many countries once again while being tight-lipped about its own terrible human rights record and showing not a bit of intention to reflect on it.
The frequent occurrence of shooting incidents was the deepest impression left to the world concerning the United States in 2015. Police shot dead 965 people last year as of December 24, and the abuse of power by the police did not result in discipline. The guards in a prison in Florida scalded a mentally-ill inmate Darren Rainey to death in hot shower. Companies and individuals were able to donate an unlimited size to super Political Action Committees (super PACs) to influence the presidential election. Not only were frescoes of rhinos, horses and lions over 30,000 years old found in a cave in the Ardeche on Dec. Although theya€™re probably right, ita€™s worth noting that these same specialists used similar criteria to ascribe the animals of Chauvet to the same period - until carbon 14 results pushed their age back over 10,000 years, shattering the notion that prehistoric art had evolved linearly, like technologies. In France, the Ministry of Culture placed its new treasure under the most draconian protection, despite the fact that the country already has the lion's share of Paleolithic art. Standing right in front of some of the most spectacular engravings, the Secretary of State for Culture dismissed them as being nothing more than a€?childrena€™s doodlesa€? a€“ whereupon the students from Foz CA?aa€™s high school turned the official into a laughing-stock by presenting him with a schist slab covered with their own scribblings4. It's now or never, the author of the following article decided in April 1995, as he set out to evaluate the engravings, find out the truth, and propose solutions. My 13-year old son and I had flown to Porto in Portugal and driven far up the Douro valley into the northeastern mountains, prepared to maneuver around obstructions whether by negotiation or hiking through the back door.
Still, here was our first encounter with the powers that be, so I took this opportunity to probe, and get a first step up the hierarchical ladder. So I explained how Sebastian and I had come so far to see the Paleolithic glories that Portugal would be displaying with pride, spoke of credentials, and placed us (and our pen) in his hands. Still, we had our bearings, and drove off into the late afternoon to penetrate the heart of the forbidden zone. We were getting closer, very close now, and could spy loops of a trail among the folds of a distant ridge. And here too was the arena where one of the greatest feuds between discoverers and custodians of the past had exploded since the conflict between Othniel Marsh and Edward Drinker Cope over the fossils of extinct giants in Sioux territory during Custer's battles. With swifts swirling in up-drafts around our heads, we scrambled and picked our way among sheer precipices and ledges.
Its tight horseshoe of cliffs and rubble made the perfect hiding place for our car and tent from the gray guards roaming the surrounding crests with binoculars. Sebastian snuggled tighter into his sleeping bag, so I set out to reconnoiter alone, systematically working quadrants and contours between our quarry at Fariseu and Piscos brook. Somewhere among the jumble of a thousand rock faces would be an ancient image - perhaps masked by lichen or so faint one had to trace its parts before seeing it whole. The numbed waters suddenly spangled upstream with glitter and so many flowery white tresses of water plants that the currents looked like sudsy pastures.
After all the noisy demonstrations against the dam in Lisbon, how were they to know how much clout a nosy prehistorian might have? Whatever was going to happen to him afterwards in the backwater of Portuguese archaeology had surely been inconsequential, since experience proved that nobody made much fuss over sites that were out-of-sight and out-of-mind - especially with archaeologists beholding to dam-builders and political appointees for access and records.
According to the insinuations, he could have continued his documentation right up to the headwaters as his masters worked their way upstream step by step. I sensed that this crowd felt their doctor deserved to be the one to tell fellow archaeologists that they might as well ask to visit Atlantis. Sure enough, there was the 12 year-old Pocinho dam sweeping the valley with a clean curtain.14 But the silos of this former construction site's cement plant were speckled with rust, the ranks of its offices and dormitories were deserted and almost every window was broken.
Fortunately, Sebastian was becoming ever more engrossed in Verne's book, spelunking towards the planet's core, so I began to gravitate down halls for exercise and companionship, coming to the door of the room where the secretary was braiding the blind's cord while two laconic draftsmen labored over tracings of horses, ibexes and aurochs. It has been insinuated that Rebanda probably discovered Rock 1 at Canada do Inferno as early as November 1991.18 In Dec. So, quixotically, he had proposed building a dry-dock around the outcropping, and, failing that, underwater exploration. If so, the power utility may have known of incredibly rich sites years before the first blueprint for the new dam! Clottes was the worlda€™s reigning prehistorian a€“ the man who had risen to the pinnacle of the French archaeological establishment and held the only keys to the holy grail of art caves - the unbelievably strong and ancient Grotte Chauvet. After inspecting the 15% of the art that remained above water at the site in the rising dama€™s shadow, because the EDP had hardly felt it necessary to lower the water for the visit of the foreigner sent by the now antagonistic IPPAR, Clottes stepped before a highly polarized press corps. The dam-builders and their government backers felt vindicated while much of Portuguese public was crestfallen or furious. The dam had become a poisonous political issue in a national election with the President and his fellow Socialists attacking the center-right Prime Minister for its willingness to sacrifice both the nationa€™s patrimony and vineyards to a flaky building scheme. As if the owners of villas built around the new lake would really allow it to be drained 100 meters to its bottom - where almost all of the known panels would soon be drowned a€“ once every decade! Suddenly, the Portuguese public felt that the dam-builders were not only destroying the nationa€™s most ancient claim to world grandeur and civilization, but that they were in league with a man who would never have been so cavalier with Paleolithic masterpieces in his own country! When I later asked Portuguese archaeologists if they were going to attend an up-coming conference organized by Clottes, they recoiled.
First, because Clottesa€™ retinue of hosts, diplomats and reporters was rushing him and putting him in a bind a€“ even if his stature, pride, and role as UNESCOa€™s expert on rock art had led him into it. They even echoed his faith in getting dam operators to regularly empty the vast lake a€“ despite the glaring evidence of the EDPa€™s behavior at CA?a itself.
No sooner had Clottes triggered a public outcry, than he began to explain away his tepid defense of the CA?aa€™s importance by saying that he had not been shown enough art to form a true idea of the valleya€™s richness.35 But the truth is, he was shown Rebandaa€™s trove of drawings from submerged sections and sites upstream36 and could have been more demanding.
After all it was a lot of money, the government was inflexible, the controversy had become a campaign issue a€“ which meant that his advice would seem like foreign meddling - and the elections were still far off.
When, in fact, the long-term rights for the cave in France would belong to its Ministry of Culture a€“ which was already attacking its discoverer, Chauvet, for the pittance hea€™d received for his pictures.
But I could hardly hold my tongue: why on earth had he invited people from this caste of academics back into his life - and the valley - when at least one of them had apparently abused him?
The picture was compelling: SimAµes and her husband angelically insisting that the world must be told, while the hireling screamed demonically over the fire, accusing university archaeologists of trying to hog the credit yet again.
If Rebanda had known SimAµes and Jaffe were going to paint him into a corner, wouldn't he have raced for the exit? Both Rebanda and SimAµes de Abreu could have been traitors and saviors at once, and as long as I was with this archaeologist, I felt bound to encourage the savior in him. It must have seemed like an insult to him after all his efforts, so with an anarchic gesture, he announced, what the hell, he'd photocopy their fax when it came, so we could enter a second. Huge black derricks hulked atop the dam beside a row of gate-lifting pistons that looked like Big Berthas. We bagged the warning or omen, caught and released a giant water beetle - the kind that injects deliquescing enzymes into living frogs, then sucks out their juice - and worked our way along what was actually the upper tier of a disappearing cliff. When art panels are located in the CA?aa€™s side valleys, they are apparently concentrated on northern slopes.
I was a willing guide as we skewered corn kernels on hooks, lashed lines around a log and threw the lethal leashes into the dark. They were a hundred yards apart, making perpetual rounds as they kept time clocks happy by cranking them every few paces with keys chained to the fence.
It was probably his first job after military service, but he was intelligent enough to realize that hea€™d been hired as a pawn in a vast conspiracy to keep Portugal's greatest cultural wonders out of sight and out of mind, till they could be obliterated.
One, because any plan to remove the friezes not only meant assigning a value to them, but keeping the controversy alive.
The mountainous dirt road forked, meandered and even skirted an imposing castle,51 but several classes of children were making the long dusty pilgrimage on foot while carloads of adults in their Sunday best made the excursion to see the only engravings to have escaped the censors - either because the site at Penascosa was so far from Lima Montiero's spyglass or because the valley was gentler here and had always been farmed. I hadn't passed the first olive tree when I happened upon a well-knapped hand-axe, and then another!
On-line commentary entitled a€?Some corrections about the CA?a petroglyphsa€? in TRACCE no. While Chauveta€™s name was given to the cave itself, the names of his co-discoverers were given to two of its large chambers.
Mila SimAµes de Abreu and Ludwig Jaffe were the founders of the APAAR (AssociaA§ao Portuguesa de Arte e Arqueologia Rupestre), which has been a member of IFRAO (International Federation of Rock Art Organisations) since Sept.
In an on-line commentary, Jaffe denounced what he perceived as a continuation of the scandal under new management: a€?In December 1994 IPPAR passed the responsibility for the rock art in the Coa valley to Mario Varela Gomes and Antonio Martinho Baptista. Their critics often subscribe to the doctrine that modern ethnographic evidence cannot be used to interpret ancient cultures. Although Bednarik was one of the earliest crusaders for CA?a - calling for the EDP to stop building the dam in Nov. The leftist press and Portuguese archaeological milieu reacted with just as much reflection, ignoring both Bednarika€™s qualifiers and his pioneering role in organizing the world campaign to fight for the whole valleya€™s salvation (see Dossier CA?a p. Of the 66 contributions written by individuals, not one is by Nelson Rebanda, whose ghost a€“ to anyone interested in intellectual property a€“ haunts every line. After the CA?a scandal served its purpose as an electoral issue that helped the Socialists to win power, the new government kept its campaign promise by protecting the CA?a Valley but used the goodwill engendered by the decision to blunt criticism while flooding other huge assemblages of rock art.


3; Catherine Vincent, writing in Le Monde on March 11, 1995, goes into much more detail about one particular vineyard, Ervamoira, that would have been lost, along with its exceptional Port wine. The first was to prove that the engravings were not Paleolithic a€“ an effort that entrapped researchers who wanted to apply experimental direct-dating techniques. But this does not mean cities cannot learn from each other or seek ideas, inspiration and lessons from one another. I think more of that can happen," he says, adding that it is a different sort of model for delivery than the government paying for something and doing the installation itself. However, anyone carefully leafing through the pages of Order: The Story of Fangyuan Bookshop, is likely to be touched and amused by the ordinariness that is presented ingeniously through the airy and light interaction of text and image. It was a brave move, given that China was in turmoil - the Taiping Rebellion (1850-64) was in full swing - and with the Second Opium War (1856-60) about to reach its bloody conclusion, British adventurers were far from welcome in the country. Whenever they spotted us, one of them would mutter, 'It's those guys again!'" recalled the 52-year-old author, with a laugh. He then set up a youth association to promote communication between young people from Taiwan and the Chinese mainland. The progress over the past several months has been incredible," said the Spaniard, who used to be a youth trainer with La Liga club Celta Vigo.
But they need to improve the organization of the school league system to provide more competitions for the children," he said.
China will be a likely bidder for construction contracts on the UK's HS2 high-speed rail link. His religious pursuits eventually led him to share his Buddhist mentor with his contemporary, Li Tong, who was 18 years his junior. For childless eunuchs, these edifices could also function as ancestral halls, where they were venerated by pilgrims who had come to worship Buddha. Emperor Xuande, the Ming emperor of the day, ordered Zheng He's grand burial on a mountain slope in Nanjing. Emperor Yongle (1360-1424) ordered its construction to honor the late emperor and empress, who were founders of the dynasty. The studio recently featured in a three-part TV documentary, Masters in the Forbidden City, about the work behind the scenes at the museum. A photographer with her tried to blow magnesia powder onto blazing paraldehyde to illuminate what can only be called a darkroom.
As the beam of yellowish light swept across the wall, patches of fresco emerged one by one from the pitch black darkness to charm me with warm hues and myriad images, before retreating back into the shadows to resume their silent, self-effacing existence. According to the historical records, Li built the temple to express his gratitude for royal favor. Today the main hall is the only building that has survived the ages, the others being reproductions.
The temple, once a popular site of pilgrimage, gradually fell into disrepair, a state in which it remained during the tumult in the country in the first half of the 20th century, until the spring 1950, the year following the founding of the People's Republic of China.
She points out for me a horizontal line that goes through the 11-meter-long frescoes on both the eastern and western walls. And the goddess, looking down with her willow leaf-shaped eyes, never takes her silent gaze off me. And his religious pursuits eventually led him to share his Buddhist mentor with Li Tong, who was 18 years his junior.
For childless eunuchs these edifices could also function as ancestral halls, where they were worshipped by people who had come on a pilgrimage to worship Buddha.
Some histories have said the Chinese character li here means messenger and has nothing to do with the widely used Chinese surname. Emperor Yongle (1360-1424) ordered its construction to honor the late emperor and empress, who were founders of the Ming Dynasty. People have long argued that although Li built the Fahai Temple, ostensibly to show his indebtedness to Emperor Yingzong (1427-1464), the third Ming Emperor he served, the eunuch had his own agenda, as his tomb sits just a few hundred meters away down the slope, in the temple's southwest. In 2015, the United States saw no improvement in its existent human rights issues, but reported numerous new problems. There were a total of 51,675 gun violence incidents in the United States in 2015 as of December 28, leaving 13,136 killed and 26,493 injured.
The guards in Lowell Correctional Institution, the nation's largest women's prison, pressured hundreds of female inmates to barter sex for basic necessities and a shield from abuse, and 57 inmates have died in this prison over the past 10 years. Subjects completed dietary surveys and had tests of cognitive function.Subjects were divided into two groups. 18th1, but Europea€™s biggest open-air gallery of Paleolithic animals was reported just a month earlier in the CA?a Valley of northeastern Portugal2.
Regardless of how old the CA?aa€™s art turns out to be, it is unique in its richness above ground and astonishing in its illustrations of movement - with animals tossing their heads with the same stop-action dynamism found at Chauvet and only millennia later in photography and Futurist painting. The Chauvet Cavea€™s prehistoric bestiary was proudly splashed across magazines around the world.
Soon, the guard turned into a regular lad, wrote down the chief engineer's name and pointed beyond the ramp-laced moonscape - into the wilderness.
In this walled garden, the conflicting passions of archaeologists had exploded around a campfire, set a president and prime minister against each other, and cowed the emissaries of UNESCO. Lizards skidded into fissures, a rusty blade wedged in a nook beside a sliver of cliff garden spoke of an emigrant who had never returned, but the walls seemed barren.
Over and over again, the scene seemed set, the rock stretched, but its lines were just fractals.
I yanked myself up to a platform less than a step wide and a ten-foot long cow - an auroch! By holding the animal's form and movement vividly in mind, the maker had poured himself into its body and experienced a power beyond abstraction, beyond even tool-making, to thrill to the new power of passing through the looking-glass into another being.
A stream, running pure as its springs over crisp cresses between alternating bull rushes and crags, almost made it to the river unaltered, but met it just below the threshold and sank into an estuary. We had arrived at Pandemonium and would try to insinuate ourselves into an audience with the Chief Engineer himself.
Only one was so spotless and redolent of perks, though, with its rolled lawn incongruous in the desert, that we knew right where to head among forking roads. I was hardly surprised when these well-fed pros passed the buck to the only gaunt and partially toothless fellow traveler among them. So they decided to play it safe by dumping me on their pet nemesis, the organizationa€™s own archaeological a€?hirelinga€?, Dr. He could have added to his hoard of exclusive photos and measurements, imposed interpretations, and generally lorded it over his peers - for who could have naysayed him with his treasures locked a hundred meters deep in so many great watery safes?10 And to think that all the dam-builders' pet archaeologist and his accommodating superiors at the Portuguese Institute for Architectural and Archaeological Heritage (IPPAR)11 in Lisbon - to whom Rebanda had reported his discoveries at least twice12 - had had to do to pull off this economically patriotic (not to say mutually beneficial) stunt was keep their mouths shut! After having suffered at the hands of his mentor, Professor Jorge, why had Rebanda put himself at the mercy of two similar academics and representatives of an international body to boot - Mila SimAµes de Abreu and her archaeologist husband, Ludwig Jaffe, who represented the International Federation of Rock Art Organizations (IFRAO)?
At least such nuisances would keep him from getting up to more mischief by turning up new discoveries. But, finally, a secretary answered my summons and let me into a vestibule empty except for a display of postcard-sized photographs of some of the engravings, and a cartoon caricaturing the scandal - which I reckoned had been knowingly posted to co-opt criticism. I couldn't quite make out the man's features through the crack, but it was obvious he was gushing recriminations - and no wonder: the entire archaeological profession had ganged up on the pariah. We all knew I had crossed a threshold, but, after all, I had paid my dues, and in any case, I padded off to the foyer again. Yet they'd prattled to the press that they had found the art a year ago, and then more like two years ago, and now, word had it, a€?onlya€? three years ago25 - when it was always somehow too late to stop the process leading up to construction, which had only started in September a€™94.26 The gall! Instantly, I whipped out paper and scribbled the fastest copy of the main map that my hand could draw.
After SimAµes de Abreu and Jaffe had unleashed the scandal by revealing the conspiracy to flood Europea€™s richest assemblage of open-air Paleolithic art, the IPPAR and Portuguese Ministry of Culture had scrambled to get their own expert witness a€“ and, in a further twist, had asked UNESCO to recommend an expert to challenge the power companya€™s growing efforts to prove the art wasna€™t Paleolithic but recent27 a€“ in which case, the EDP seemed to think that the public would drop the subject as being the relatively recent work of peasants drawing their cows. For all their heightened sensitivity to having CA?aa€™s fate evaluated by a foreigner, the Portuguese press viewed Clottes as a referee and expected a verdict. Then, as fate would have it, Clottes was back in the headlines within the week, announcing drastic measures to protect Francea€™s new crown jewel, Chauvet.
And as if anyone could even find new art during the two weeks a lake might be emptied (every hundred years) while everything was coated with algae and grime! Opposition editorialists had a field day with Clottesa€™ apparent hypocrisy and dismissiveness towards Portugal - and demonstrators flooded the streets. Two, because people are often driven to produce their greatest work and worst mistakes by similar drives. Rebanda was even fooling himself on this score, I thought - after all, the Foz CA?a photographs would probably end up belonging to Portugala€™s own ministry or even the EDP. Scientists - like lawyers - ply an adversarial trade, but the chance to put Portugal into the archaeological heavens a€“ and to boost their own reputations with it - had given many researchers more ulterior motives than usual.
Personally, I couldn't see anybody bedding down for the night and traipsing out the next morning with people who had announced that they were going to expose him. In essence, my heart a€“ if not my mind - had taken his side for the moment; he was the underdog, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and I was concerned that he might even attempt suicide. If I didn't mind coming back at 9 the next morning, he apologized, the approval should be there.
But basically the dam was a streamlined machine without much need for local intervention or maintenance. My unequivocal certification of their global importance only made him uneasier, as he didn't know whether to feel flattered or upset. We peered into a dovecot, a squat white tower lined inside with empty compartments like a city after a plague. Suddenly, a deeply hammered auroch on the rock stood out boldly as a road sign - alerting us to an entire herd. The geology, erosion, & silica skins protecting engravings all seem similar on both slopes, so I theorize that this positioning is not simply a taphonomic illusion created by the disappearance of engravings on the southern slopes. I wasn't expecting anything when I ambled down at dawn, but there it was: a big mound under the bank!
From what I could tell, even his draftsmen had decided to take the day off 49, once they realized the coast was clear. By God, I thought, if the flooders don't save them, I hope the townspeople storm the valley! If the guards hadn't been under strict orders not to sell admissions, they'd have made a killing; but then any financial association with the art is anathema to the dammers: the next thing they knew, they'd have a revolt on their hands!
And like the first guard, when he realized that I had somehow gotten authorization despite my evident opposition to the reservoir, he let out his pent-up indignation - for we were insiders. As we passed the threshold between the deadened depths and virgin current with its billowing water-foliage, we had to skirt and climb over a sheer wall blocking the side-valleya€™s entrance.
The intertwined couple, spanning the length of a single real horse, was still necking in Eden after twenty millennia.
Rock Art and the CA?a Valley Archaeological Park: A case study in the preservation of Portugal's prehistoric parietal heritage. Although it is true that one must be extremely circumspect about doing so, such evidence often opens new perspectives that have more in common with the subsistence systems of ancient cultures than does our own, and the two authors showed considerable originality and courage in exploring it.
1994 - most Portuguese archaeologists with access to the CA?a sites now shun him as thoroughly as they do Clottes and Rebanda.
539, for a resolution, written in defense of CA?a, by Bednarik, in a book filled with vitriole against him). These retractions confirmed that some of ZilhA?oa€™s criticisms of the direct dating attempts were well founded, but dona€™t necessarily reflect on other matters raised in his disputes with Bednarik and Jaffe.
In the English sections, Jorge generously credits numerous associates and generations of Portuguese prehistorians by full name, while studiously avoiding any mention of Rebanda except where it is unavoidable, and then only with his last name between brackets. The second was to make casts of panels for a museum a€“ which may have damaged some panels. The deft creativity of the designer of the flip-book presentation of the caricature faces of the man to the left of the strings that bind the book are something to marvel at.
Zheng Zihai, who has done extensive research into his ancestor's burial, says Li was responsible for construction of a temple tower in Zheng He's memory. But those efforts went unrewarded, filming being abandoned when Morrison was accidentally burned. It was like being tantalized by a siren call, the frescoes under dim, wandering light seeming to call for attention but at the same time wanting to be left alone.
And to create the murals, artists were recruited from all over China and worked under the supervision of the most celebrated court painters of the day, among whom 15 had their names inscribed in a stele placed inside the temple. And the frescoes inside are the sole reminder of the length all those involved went to in creating this ultimate tribute to Buddha, and to the Ming emperors who were among the Buddha's most powerful worldly followers. Zheng Zihai, who has done extensive research into the circumstances surrounding his ancestor's burial, says Li was responsible for the construction of a temple tower in Zheng He's memory.
So, "Li Fushan", or "Fushan the messenger of Buddhism", refers to Zheng He himself rather than his friend and colleague Li Tong. Bearing in mind that Emperor Yongle moved the capital from Nanjing to Beijing in 1421, the Temple of Gratitude is often viewed as the ultimate commemorative gesture from the emperor who, rather ironically, ascended the throne by rebelling against and killing his nephew Emperor Huizong, to whom his father had originally passed the crown. There were comments that the political system of the United States had been subverted to be a tool that provided returns to major political donors.
Those with seafood intake at least once per week and those with less than once a weekend seafood intake. While the paintings in the French cave, which became known as the Grotte Chauvet, often have engraved contours, the Portuguese menagerie may also have been painted, but, being outdoors, their pigments have usually weathered away. As shadows welled from the valley, we turned from the scarps and trundled downwards into the cleavage, till the road turned into a path to the water through a profusion of poppies. Finally, I discerned a flock ambling down through dry brush, then a shirt flashed a white dot, and we converged within hailing distance on opposite banks. Even ideal panels on either side of a fig tree bulging titanically from a small cave were barren. A stand of poplar trees crackled like Chinese New Year with small birds, abundant as leaves.
It was a good thing we had his name, Lima Monteiro, because the Securitas guard on this side meant business. Our compact car slid in among Mercedes and I stepped into glare, drawing cool stares from fleshy faces. My interlocutor explained that the Chief Engineer was powerless to help me, so he couldn't be bothered to give me an audience. Of course, the stories went, the honorable witnesses had refused to become accomplices and had immediately denounced the whole plot a€“ writing open letters to the Portuguese President, Vice President and Director of IPPAR - with carbon copies for the press.13 If only his employers had known that Rebanda was so naive!
She announced that it was no use disturbing the doctor, who I could see through a jarred door talking to someone over the phone with peevish vehemence.
Finally, I suggested that she didn't need to keep me company while I waited for the good doctor to get off the phone. That's strange, I thought as I wandered off again, mulling over a mental photograph of the site distribution.
And here were others, even closer to the construction site, at "RA?go de Vide", which had been submerged by the same old dam! Still, she caught me; whereupon I went on elaborating it, asking questions, and then padded back to the foyer again to continue my vigil. After all, the archaeologists and reporters had allowed the Tagus petrogylphs to be drowned with hardly a whimper. Not only did the contrast with his actions in Portugal now smack of a double standard, but there was a piquant irony. With stakes this high, both parties unleashed their opinion-making machines, making hash of Clottesa€™ carefully weighed words as quickly as theya€™d vilified Rebanda. Clottesa€™ words may have been earnest, but with stakes this high and politicized they were about as reasonable as Pontius Pilatea€™s attempts to keep the peace.
I prefer to think the latter, and that his only mistake was thinking that people on both sides were lucid and reflective enough to interpret his verdict correctly.
In Rebanda's place, I'd have calmed down and let the traitors fall to sleep, but then I'd have snuck away - trekking fast through the dark, picking myself up when I fell, but getting out - bloody knees and all - and calling that alarm first! Furthermore, I had no doubt - whatever pacts he'd struck - that he would make up for them if only approached constructively. After we'd faxed it, I was sorry to see him having to still recall and refax, as he nudged the request repeatedly through the unyielding bureaucracy.
Sebastian and I scrambled and tacked among the carious cliffs, till there was nothing left but rock overhanging the water itself.
But a huge horse, leaning over the depths, was both more graceful and cryptic, for someone had wedged a rusty horseshoe into a crack between its hooves. No sooner had I chipped the thin device and steadily shoved each curve straight, than the hook slipped smoothly free.
Only Rebanda's long-suffering secretary had to keep her post and occupied herself by taking up the relay of calling and faxing. These red and gray devices were not only customized to match the guards' uniforms, but showed off the latest in high-tech materials and molding. As we wound our way down towards the reservoir among towering red cliffs, he took quiet pride in pointing out the hidden elements of scattered engravings. But then Piscos Brook ran between trees, pastures and cane-groves, with cliffs full of shelters and stone panels at each bend.
La Pintura, The Official Newsletter of the American Rock Art Research Association (Member of IFRAO) Volume 21, Number 3, Winter.
In the same book, which Jorge compiled to record the campaign he was spear-heading to save CA?a a€“ a laudatory effort, if there ever was one, that made Jorge synonymous with yet another of Rebandaa€™s finds - Bednarik is repeatedly dismissed as a a€?charlatana€? (pp.
Jaffe accused the trio, who had taken over responsibility for the archaeological resources of the valley, of endangering art panels and refusing to allow qualified foreign researchers or even Dr. Whatever the case may be, the problem of rock art conservation is still as far from resolution in Portugal as it is in most other places in the world.
And Zheng He, as an active participant in the military campaign, fought personally for the soon-to-be Emperor Yongle and gained his lifelong favor. All that remains, where jagged outcroppings of schist jut from brushy slopes - exposing terminal facets perfect for murals - are hauntingly sinuous outlines of deer, horses, ibexes, and wild cattle called aurochs. The first flurry of press articles had mentioned that many of the engravings were already submerged by the cofferdam holding the river back for the more monstrous wall rising downstream from it.
I sent greetings and the shepherd expostulated and gestured animatedly upstream towards towering slabs.
For me, all of mankind's later accomplishments, all our later experience of good and evil only become possible after such art. The irrelevant exchange had sparked sympathy as we both waited - and waited, in similar irrelevance to someone too consumed to give us heed. I would have to go to Lisbon, and no, it wouldn't do any good for him to fax; he didn't have an iota of authority. Despite all the insinuations about Rebanda and IPPAR, they were actually the first to try blocking the philistines with the clout of an institution as important as UNESCO. About thirty years before, Francea€™s equivalent to the EDP had taken the entire Ardeche Gorge, where the Chauvet Cave had just been found, from its entrance at Sauze to a rainbow-huge, natural arch - Vallon Pont da€™Arc, next to Chauvet - by eminent domain, to build a dam. These conscientious people know that theya€™re barely tolerated by the forces of Mammon - scraping crumbs from the tables of vast enterprises armed with dynamite and bulldozers - and make compacts all the time with them, telling themselves, for instance, that the alluvial strata that cement plants exploit are always too tumbled to contain intact Acheulian hearths. If only he'd announced the discovery, co-opted his employers, and splashed masterpieces across magazine covers while the art's existence was still fresh, he might have won honor, fame, a very small fortune (and maybe even kept his job). Within weeks, local academics had begun signing their names to Rebandaa€™s discoveries, tracings, and interpretations while forgetting to cite him. I'd have been the one to announce the existence of the largest gathering of open-air Paleolithic engravings in Europe to the world. Slate slabs, thoughtfully laid into a wall as steps, led down through a canopy of fig trees into a cavernous wallow between cliffs. I woke Sebastian in time to see the beast lumber over the bank and glide away, and then it was high time we checked out our other line at the doctor's office. Noon passed as we still waited together like an old couple, talking about the doctor's misery, Australian rock art, translations; whatever.
The guards stiffened as Sebastian and I had the gumption to breach a forbidden zone and stride blithely forward.
There were so many warblers piping and whistling, there must have been a dozen species with overlapping territories.
Botha€? - Baptista and Gomes a€“ a€?were closely involved in the rationale to submerge the rock art (to 'protect it from vandals'); in fact, on 8 November Baptista spoke of how sedimentation behind dams should protect rock arta€? - my italics. After our departure, Bednarik and three other researchers (Alan Watchman from Canada, plus Fred Phillips and Ronald Dorn from the USA), who believed that they had found ways to date rock art directly, studied some of the CA?aa€™s engravings during separate visits. 1995 that was led by Mounir Bouchenaki, the IPPAR formed a scientific committee consisting of Antonio BeltrA?n, Emmanuel Anati and Jean Clottes, who came back for a second round. And so, forgive me, but in comparison to these ancient windows, cathedrals seem to have anti-climatic and overwrought power.
Except for the absence now of bigger species, this was how Solutreans had experienced the world - with whistling, mooing, barking, roaring and trumpeting not just on the Serengeti, but to the frozen north!
So much will go unrecorded because of all this fuss.a€? a€“ So, Rebanda is resigned to the inevitability of the flooding, I thought. If the dam had been built, a dozen known art caves would have been flooded or affected by rising water tables. So rather than condemn Clottes, perhaps the Portuguese should simply admit his diplomacy opened the debate, even if one might wish that hea€™d been a crusader. From Chauveta€™s pinnacle, its gatekeeper was probably right to dismiss the scratchings, which I too thought could have been the kneading of bears, but the contrast between the levels of encouragement was striking. Although they granted him the discovery of Hella€™s Canyon (in footnotes), other sites that Rebanda had already noted were soon claimed by competitors as Rebanda was effectively silenced.
And Vitor and his wife, Susanaa€? - was it my imagination or did her name stick in his craw?
Their stingy hypocrisy and philistinism revolted me: they wouldn't spend a penny on protecting such discoveries, but they'd drown the world up to its headwaters to keep driving Mercedes. Goldfinches sparked into the air, a crested hoopoo flashed orange and black, and the shaggy canes were a tumult of avian chatter.
Jaffe was also the IFRAO representative of the SocietA  Cooperativa Archaeologica, Le Orme della€™Uomo, Italy (Bednarik 1994). But not before signing controversial non-disclosure agreements with the EDP, which was hoping that their techniques would yield dates so recent that they could be used to ridicule stylistic daters who had identified the engravings as Paleolithic (Baptista & Fernandes 2007, p. The popular will was abducted by factionalism in the United States, because the interests involved in election made it unable for the Democratic Party and the Republican Party to coordinate on and work out policies that were in line with the popular will. Intermittent splashes smacked echoes off the walls, a frog croaked and some beast keened a cry we had never heard.
When I asked if they could intercede on our behalf, she said one had to apply in person, in Lisbon, and have connections. In fact, paw prints indicated that we had missed cornering another feral dog or fox in its lair.
Surgically, it was a nightmare: I'd have to pry its head out, keep its neck extended, wedge open its powerful beak and finally thrust the treble barbs down its throat, so as to carefully extract their burr, without snagging them again! Finally, they agreed that one of them would walk parallel to us, down the fence-line, to let us in the distant gate. At our feet, frogs skipped like pebbles and painted turtles rowed earnestly in tangled water blossoms - all for the taking.
Unless you and I and all of us together add our voices to those of the Portuguese citizenry trekking down for a last look, and reclaim what is OURS! The story of the denunciation is from Bednarik (1994) and Simons in the New York Times (1994).
Even the Chauvet Cave, which was unknown, might have been threatened by the changing water table! Unfortunately, Bednarik, who is one of the worlda€™s most encyclopedically informed, accomplished, and bold prehistorians, walked right into the trap. Jorgea€™s utter dismissal of Bednarik was clearly motivated by the lattera€™s implicit condemnation of the way that Jorge had appropriated Rebandaa€™s earlier discovery at Mazouco, instigating Rebandaa€™s secrecy that was one component of the CA?a a€?cover-upa€? (Bednarik 1994, p. Later, Bednarik spear-headed another campaign to save a Portuguese rock-art assemblage from inundation a€“ this time behind a dam in the Guadiana Valley - and noted that a€?None of this helps the rock art of the Guadiana, condemned to inundation under billions of tonnes of lake sediment as the reservoir silts up over the next 70 yearsa€? a€“ again, my italics. Do you think I'm such a fool as to invite the man who deprived me of the credit for my first discovery, to come see my greatest wonders if it wasn't because I needed all the allies I could get; if it wasn't because I even needed the universities to help save them.
Ironically, the mandarin in Porto would come out smelling like roses for his campaign while the roles of several well-meaning prehistorians, if I may insist upon the word, were simplified so as to make them better scapegoats.
First, because his dating system, which was based on determining the degree of micro-erosion undergone by a rock face, had been developed in Australia, where climate and geological conditions are different from Portugala€™s.
This odd statement flies in the face of Bednarika€™s consistent defense of both the CA?aa€™s art and other assemblages, suggesting that it was a ploy to get the EDP to allow them to test their methods.
Even though both men concluded that their observations proved that the art was no older than the Neolithic, Bednarik did not repeat the notion, when announcing his results, that a relatively recent vintage diminished the arta€™s importance or the need to protect it a€“ quite the contrary.



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