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Lucinda Rogers At Ridley Rd Market III

January 27, 2018
by the gentle author

Outside Kash fabric shop

In the third of this series, Contributing Artist Lucinda Rogers & I visit Ridley Rd Market in Dalston to meet more of the traders featured in her current exhibition On Gentrification – Drawings of Ridley Rd Market at House of Illustration in Kings Cross.

Lucinda is discussing her work at the gallery on Thursday 1st February at 7pm. Click here for tickets.

Hamid for fabrics

Hamid Sedigh – “I came to this country in 1974 to see the Beatles in Liverpool. I couldn’t understand English then, but I loved  the music and I used to buy their 45 records. I became a student of fashion at Redbridge College, where I studied for two years. I brought a carpet with me from Iran and I thought, ‘If I need some money, I can sell it.’ I offered it to a rich man for £1000 but he said, ‘I will give you £800.’ It was an expensive silk carpet that I had been given as a present, so I would not part with it. In Stamford Hill, there was a carpet shop I knew run by those gentlemen with black hats and ringlets, so I offered it to them. They offered to swap it for twenty rolls of fabric that they had and I said, ‘Yes.’ I brought it to this market in 1978 to sell from a stall and I have been here selling fabric ever since.”

Donna & Maria at Jimbos

Donna Merny – “My sister was working here and she asked me to come on Saturday, but I ended up working on weekdays too from nine until four. Almost everyone that works here is a friend of a friend and we all know each other’s children. It’s quite a nice atmosphere and I like meeting the different people, we get all sorts here. There are only a few people, you think, ‘Oh no! Not her again.’ I serve customers and do general tidying up. To be honest, I worked in an office and I didn’t like it at all. Brenda who owns this shop, her family used to have a lot of stalls in this market more than forty years ago.”

Fruit Mountain, entrance to Ridley Rd

Matt Fawcett (just visible behind his fruit mountain) – “I get up at four in the morning and I am at New Spitalfields Market at five-fifteen, five days a week. It pays the bills. The guy who started this stall, he was a prize fighter, so I think that was how he got the best pitch in the market.”

Drawings copyright © Lucinda Rogers

Lucinda Rogers: On Gentrification – Drawings from Ridley Rd Market is open at House of Illustration, Tuesday – Sunday from 10am-6pm until 25th March

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Caroline Gilfillan & Andrew Scott’s East End

January 26, 2018
by the gentle author

It is my pleasure to present these poems by Caroline Gilfillan with photographs by Andrew Scott – dating from the early seventies when Caroline & Andrew were squatters in the East End

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Spitalfields Street Sweepers

Council issue donkey jackets slung over saggy suits,

the street sweepers get to work,

broom heads shooshing over concrete and tar,

herding paper and peel and fag ends into heaps,

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strong fingers grasping the broom handles,

knuckles big and smooth as weathered stones

moving easy in their bags of skin, watchful eyes

on you, your finger-clicks, your lens.

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Aldgate Gent

Shoes shined, trilby brushed, ears scrubbed

clean as a baby’s back, he chugs through the

sun drops and diesel clag of Aldgate.

No crumbs in his turn-ups, no fluff in his pockets:

the wife, at home in one of the new flats

over by Mile End, keeps him spruce.

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He’s on his way to meet Solly at Bloom’s

for gefilte fish and a chinwag. We flew

past him in a dented van, croaky from

last night’s pints, hair in need of a good cut

and ears a good wash behind. And No,

we didn’t notice him, but he was a good

father to his sons, if inclined to sound off.

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His wife went first but his sister cooked for him

after, and the nurses at the London

did him proud when the time came.

Us? We played our gigs and tumbled on,

leaving scraps of quavers and clefs

scattered across the pavement, the kerb,

the bang, rattle and clank of Aldgate East.

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Stoneyard Lane Prefabs

Two ticks and the fixer of the Squatters Union

has done the break-in, courtesy of a jemmy.

The door creaks in the fish-mud breeze blowing up

from Shadwell docks. Here you are girls.

Faces poke, glint through curtain cracks.

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A man comes back for his hobnailed boots. Stands lit up

by orange street lights, his meek face

breathing beer. We got behind with the rent, he says,

muddy laces spilling over knuckles.

Thought we’d leave before the council chucked us out.

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The next morning two hoods from the council break the lock,

bawl through the drunken door, Clear out or we’ll

board you in. Bump-clang of an Audi brings bailiffs.

The fixer flies in, fists up to his chin.

Has words. We hunch on the kerb with our carrier bags.

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Mile End Automatic Laundry

Natter chat, neat fold, wheel carts of nets, sheets, blankets, undies, pillow-slips,

feed the steel drum, twirl and swoosh, dose of froth, soaping out the Stepney dirt.

Say hello to the scruffs from the squats off Commercial Road, more of them now,

breaking the GLC doors off their hinges, and I don’t stick my nose

where it’s not wanted, though you can tell a lot by a person’s laundry,

can’t you? That girl with the hacked-off hair, no bras in her bag, and no

fancy knickers, though the boy brings in shirts, must go to work

somewhere smarter than the street where they live and that

pond-life pub on the corner. Speaking of which,

walking home the other night I heard music,

a group, with drums, guitars, the lot,

so I peeped in and there was

the girl, earnest as a nun, singing

You can get it if you really want

and I thought

just you wait

and see.

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Poems copyright © Caroline Gilfillan

Photographs copyright © Andrew Scott

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The Pointe Shoe Makers Of Hackney

January 25, 2018
by the gentle author

Contributing Photographer Patricia Niven and Novelist Sarah Winman visited the Freed of London factory in Well St to create these portraits of the Pointe Shoe Makers, an elite band of highly-skilled craftsmen who make the satin slippers worn by the world’s greatest ballerinas.

It takes two to three years to become a fully trained Pointe Shoe Maker. Hardly surprising, as each shoe is hand-made and two thirds of these shoes (including the toe ‘blocks’ themselves) are made to a Dancer’s individual specifications. Such specifications are printed onto dockets which the Makers work by. One docket was quite illegible to me – a shorthand code with the only clear words: Hessian, strong, slight taper.

There is something inaccessible and mysterious about this world – from the Makers’ symbols, to the language of the shoe, to the exclusive world of the finished product. And yet, I found the Makers to be a pragmatic group of men, into football not dance, who have become blasé about praise and who all refer to the making of these shoes as a job, irrespective of the beauty, the artistry of the finished product. They live in a world of chiaroscuro, where prima ballerinas, surrounded by bodyguards, turn up in limousines to applaud them whilst they stand at their benches six days a week producing nearly forty shoes a day, a quarter of a million shoes a year.

I asked each man if he had ever tried on a ballet shoe to get a sense of the feel – Never! – Even more remarkable then, to think that each shoe is made by touch, look, and imagination alone.

I asked each man whether he had ever been to the ballet.

I asked each man whether he calls himself a Pointe Shoe Maker or a Shoe Maker.

I asked the Maker Taksim (Anchor) what he would like people to know about his work.

He said, “I wish people could try this job. This is the hardest job I’ve ever done. My hands go numb, and I can’t feel them. Over time you get used to the pain.”

I said, “That’s what ballet dancers say about their feet.”

He said,”Really? So, their feet are our hands.”

Sarah Winman

Taksim known as ‘Anchor’

“I’ve been here for fifteen years. I love my job and no-one tells me what to do. It came easy to me because I used to work in the leather trade and put that experience to good use. I know how the material works and moves.

I haven’t been to the ballet but I have seen my dancers on television – Leanne Benjamin, Jane Taylor to name two. I make Jane Taylor one hundred pairs of shoes a year, all 5 ½ X heel pins. I am proud to make shoes for her. I have met all my prima ballerinas and had photos taken with them. They appreciate us I think.

I have no time to go to the ballet because I work six days a week. I need to rest and put my feet up. I’m a big football fan, enjoying the tennis too, at the moment. We don’t tell people we make ballet shoes, we are just shoe makers. I make thirty-eight pairs a day and am booked up until mid December.

I was born in Cyprus. I never imagined I would have done this. When I came here thirty years ago, I expected to work in a fish and chip shop.”

Taksim’s ‘anchor.’

Taksim’s ‘anchor’ in place upon a pair of his shoes – ballerinas have been known to scratch off their Maker’s symbol to keep him exclusively for her!

Taksim’s work bench.

Fred known as ‘F’

“I was in-between jobs and went to Freed in Mercer St in Covent Garden and learned to be a Maker. I had no idea what I was getting into. My friends all worked in warehouses or were builders so I didn’t tell ‘em what I did until I’d been making shoes for a year.

Have I been to the ballet? No, you’re havin’ a larf, aren’t you?!

When I made my first shoe, I was elated, tell you the truth, that I’d done something. I started off unloading lorries, and it took three months before I got on the bench. Then did soft toes, then hard toes.

I make forty pairs a day and I have a waiting list. I call myself a shoe maker. When you hear a prima ballerina say you’re great, it’s wonderful. Then you hear it so many times…and well…

There’s really nothing glamorous about standing at a bench for ten hours. Do I enjoy making shoes? Look at me. I’m sixty-two and sweating!”

Fred’s ‘F’ on the sole a pair of his shoes.

Fred’s work bench.

Ray known as ‘Crown’

“We are given symbols when we start making shoes, so that if anything is wrong with the shoe they know who to blame! I have been here for twenty-six years. My father-in-law got me a job interview here. I get satisfaction from making the whole shoe myself. Other shoes are made by lots of people.

I love that dancers are wearing my shoes.

You are trained and learn the basics. People teach you their ways and sometimes those ways are conflicting. Then I had to find my own way. There’s a lot of trial and error. I found a style that I like and the dancers like, and I’ve kept to it.

Every dancer likes a different shoe. Each Maker is different – one might use more paste than the other. But dancers come back and stay with you for life. They will tell you what they need.

I’ve never been to the ballet, but if I watch it on the television I look at their feet. I know how to craft the shoe by touch, feel, look. I instinctively know how much paste to use, how much hessian. If the dancer wants a light block she’ll get one. If she wants a shoe with more give I do that. The dancers are fascinated to meet the makers. I make forty pairs a day. I don’t have much time off. People wait weeks to get a shoe from me. I make a lot of shoes for the New York City Ballet.

I love my job. I could never have dreamt of this, or of having my photo taken with dancers or even of someone writing down what I’m saying.

I was born around here – grew up bit with my dad and a bit with my mum. It was all a bit of an adventure. My two daughters take up my time. I made a pair of soft toes for my six year old girl. They don’t do ballet now. They have found their own interests.”

Ray’s work bench.

Ray’s ‘Crown’ on the sole of a pair of his shoes.

Daniel known as ‘Butterfly’

“My wife has been a Pointe Shoe Fitter in the Freed shop since she was sixteen. She was a dancer, went away and travelled the world. We met when she was in the Philippines, and she brought me back with her and we had babies. She went back to the shop and four months ago I started to make shoes here. I have a good teacher in Tksim, he’s a Master.

I do enjoy it. I always found it fascinating when my wife talked about dancing and shows and make-up. I always had the curiosity. Always thought, I want to be part of all that.

I haven’t been to the ballet yet, but I’ve watched it on Youtube.

Since I’ve been making shoes, I look at the dancer’s feet. I used to be a tight-rope walker and a trapeze artist. When I was a trapeze artist, I had to wear a leather glove. We made the leather gloves ourselves and the leather was so important. I understand how the leather is important for the shoe, I’d never realised it before.

I will call myself a Pointe Shoe Maker.I make twenty-four shoes a day. It has come naturally to me, but it’s very hard work. My hands and my shoulders ache. This here is the first ever shoe I made here. It gives me great satisfaction because it is a very important shoe – because this is a shoe that is not to be worn everyday in the street.

It’s craftsmanship.”

Daniel’s first shoe with his ‘Butterfly’ mark on the sole.

Daniel’s mark.

At Daniel’s work bench.

Alan known as ‘Triangle’

“I started next door in Despatch and then I was given the opportunity to come here and make shoes. I made my first pair of shoes nine years ago. Dancers come here and they thank us and applaud us.

I have been to the ballet once. I can’t remember what it was – it wasn’t really my cup of tea. I’m a DJ and prefer a different dance. My kids do ballet and I’ve made one of them a pair of shoes

I call myself a shoe maker.

If I wasn’t here, I would be painting or decorating or a barman.

We don’t see what other people see. You see something beautiful. I see a finished product, a skilled job well done.”

One of Alan’s shoes with his ‘triangle’ on the sole.

An order with the customer’s specifications.

When the block and platform have been created – this is the moment when it rests ghostly on Pointe, unaided, perfectly balanced, dancing its own breathtaking dance.

Alan’s work bench

Darren Plume, Quality Controller & Manager of the London Makers

“My grandfather worked as a storeman here thirty years ago. I left school and joined here when I was fifteen and a half years old. I started off unloading lorries, making tea, that sort of thing. I’ve been here twenty-six years now and have done mostly everything. I took over jobs as people left or retired. I never thought about leaving because I’m happy with what I do.

It’s the people who made me want to stay. I had a lot of father figures. I’ve known Ray (Crown) twenty-six years and we see each other more than we see our own families. My mates used to think I was nuts working here because they were all on building sites, but then they saw the dancers who came in and they changed their minds.

The Makers know more about the shoes than I do. The shoes go into the ovens overnight to bake and harden the block and, first thing in the morning, I check every one of them – that’s my responsibility. I also liaise with the dancers, because if they have a problem they’ll ask to visit us.

Once I used to be in awe of them, now I think they might be a little in awe of us. No shoes, no dance. The dancers rely on us a lot. Their Maker would only have to get an injury and psychologically it could affect them quite a bit.

I’ve been to the ballet twice. I saw Swan Lake at the ENO in the round five years ago. We took a Maker’s bench down there and made shoes in the foyer for the audience to see what we did. Three, four hundred people wanted to shake our hands.

When I was watching the ballet I was only looking at the shoes.

This job’s a bit like a fairytale. You can get caught up in the moment. Some days it flows, some days it’s a pig’s ear and some days you’re as happy as Larry. The most important thing as a manager is to listen to people. Then buy ‘em a coffee and make ‘em happy.”

Photographs copyright © Patricia Niven

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The Battle Of Tolmers Square

January 24, 2018
by Nick Wates

On Monday 5th February at 7:30pm, veteran housing activist Nick Wates will be giving a talk at Leila’s Cafe introduced by Will Palin and hosted by the EAST END PRESERVATION SOCIETY, about his seminal experiences in Camden in the seventies, occupying Tolmers Sq after the council attempted to evict local residents and sell the land off to property developers. Nick will reflect upon the lessons of Tolmers Sq and their relevance for campaigns today.

Click here to book your free ticket

“The Tolmers Sq campaign dominated my life for six years. I was obsessed by it, I lived and breathed it. I spent hours in smoke-filled meetings. I paced the streets and talked to people. I wrote thousands of words and did frequent all-nighters preparing artwork for printers. Then I repeated the process in Limehouse before escaping Inner London to bring up my two children on the South Coast and experiment with community planning.

Yet neighbourhoods all over the country are still facing the destructive power of property speculators and mismanagement by local and central government. The housing crisis is worse than it was then. And community activists are still burning themselves out trying to make the world a better place and create sustainable urban neighbourhoods.

I am looking forward to sharing my memories of our campaign to save Tolmers Sq and revealing some of the tools of our trade as activists at the time, as evidence that it was not all merely a dream.” – Nick Wates

Tolmers Square campaign timeline

1957

Tolmers Sq Tenant Association (TSTA) formed.

1959

Developers submit planning application for a twenty-two-storey office tower on the south side of Tolmers Sq and TSTA launch anti-office campaign.

1960

London County Council (LCC) rejects planning application for office development and starts preparing plans for a comprehensive housing development.

1962

Stock Conversion, a property company headed by Joe Levy, starts buying land in the Tolmers area. TSTA campaign for tenants displaced by the nearby Euston Centre development.

1963

LCC starts trying to demolish ‘unfit’ houses in the area.

1965

Reorganisation of London government. LCC replaced by the Greater London Council (GLC), and the Borough of St Pancras amalgamated into Camden. Central Government refuses to give Camden permission to buy land or to build offices.

1966

Camden Council starts negotiations with Stock Conversion to purchase land in the area and provide support for office development.

1967

Camden Council continues to demolish ‘unfit’ housing.

1968

Camden Council submits Compulsory Purchase Order (CPO) for a small area of housing.

1970

Central Government rejects CPO. Camden Council starts negotiations with Stock Conversion for the whole Tolmers area.

1971

The beginning of opposition from some Labour councillors to a deal involving office development.

1973

The issue starts receiving considerable publicity. Squatters start moving into empty property. Camden Council approves the ‘Levy Deal’. Students from University College London survey the area. Claudius Offer (masterminded by Christopher Booker & Bennie Gray) presented to Camden Council. It still involves building offices but the profits would go to the Council. Tolmers Village Association (TVA) formed. Stop the Levy Deal campaign launched.

Camden Council reject the Levy Deal. House collapses in Hampstead Rd.

1974

General Election. TVA holds exhibition to involve local people in the area’s future. Camden makes CPO on a few buildings. TVA publishes Tolmers Destroyed pamphlet, occupies derelict land and holds first summer carnival. Stock Conversion discloses new plans to develop without the Council. Camden submit a CPO for all of Stock Conversion’s property. General Election.

1975

Squatters summonsed by Stock Conversion. Squatters’ anti-eviction campaign. Locally made film Tolmers: Beginning or end? shown on BBC2. Camden Council buys all of Stock Conversion’s property in the area. Camden Council applies for an Office Development Permit for 300,000 square feet.

1976

Camden Council approves new scheme, a mix of rehabilitation and new build, housing and offices. Publication of The Battle for Tolmers Square by Routledge.

1977

Temporary landscaping of Tolmers Sq

1978

Last Tolmers carnival

1979

Squatters evicted by Camden.

1982

Camden organise ceremony to mark the ‘completion’ of the Tolmers Sq development.

2010

Tolmers photos and posters included in the Goodbye London exhibition in Berlin.

2011

Tolmers in Colour published.

2018

Plans for HS2 show Euston Station expanding into the Tolmers area.

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Photographs copyright © Nick Wates

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The Wonders Of St Michael & All Angels

January 23, 2018
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Such is the overwhelming collection of unlikely paraphernalia that you encounter when you visit St Michael & All Angel’s in Shoreditch, it is as if you have walked into the mansion of Charles Foster Kane. You feel you are exploring chambers in the unconscious mind of some deranged architect or a netherworld filled with keepsakes assembled by an acquisitive time-traveller. The surrealism of multiple architectural elements from different eras arranged in random combinations within a disorienting labyrinth filling the church is as intoxicating as any film by Jean Cocteau.

In his ‘Buildings of England,’ Niklaus Pevsner wrote, “The whole is an eminently picturesque fantasy and it is a great shame that it has fallen into such shocking neglect” – yet today St Michael & All Angels has found an alternative role that proposes a strange complement to its fanciful design. Deconsecrated long ago, the handsome High Victorian Gothic church, designed by James Brooks in 1865, has been a showroom for Westland architectural salvage since 1977 and the eclectic display of statues, fireplaces and chandeliers in this setting is a breathtaking spectacle to behold.


The church and adjoining clergy house

St Michael & All Angels, Leonard St, Shoreditch, 1865

In a strange precursor of its current use, this engraving of 1865 shows the makeshift church built within the structure while it was under construction.

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Thomas Onwyn’s London

January 22, 2018
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Born in Clerkenwell in 1813, as the eldest son of a bookseller, Thomas Onwhyn created a series of cheap mass-produced satirical prints illustrating the comedy of everyday life for publishers Rock Brothers & Payne in the eighteen forties and fifties. In his time, Onwhyn was overshadowed by the talent of George Cruickshank and won notoriety for supplying pictures to pirated editions of Pickwick Papers and Nicholas Nickleby, which drew the ire of Charles Dickens who wrote of “the singular Vileness of the Illustrations.”

Nevertheless, these fascinating ‘Pictures of London’ that I came upon in the Bishopsgate Institute demonstrate a critical intelligence, a sly humour and an unexpected political sensibility.  In this social panorama,originally published as one concertina-fold strip, Onwhyn contrasts the culture and lives of rich and the poor in London with subtle comedy, tracing their interdependence yet making it quite clear where his sympathy lay.

The Court – Dress Wearers.

Dressmakers.

The Opera Box.

The Gallery.

The West End Dinner Party.

A Charity Dinner.

Mayfair.

Rag Fair.

Music of the Drawing Room.

Street Music.

The Physician.

The Medical Student.

The Parks – Day.

The Parks – Night.

The Club – The Wine Bibber.

The Gin Shop – The Dram Drinker.

The Shopkeeper.

The Shirtmaker.

The Bouquet Maker.

The Basket Woman.  (Initialled – T.O. Thomas Onwhyn)

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Old Trees In Greenwich Park

January 21, 2018
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On the day my cat died last summer, I went for a walk in Greenwich Park to seek consolation and was uplifted to encounter the awe-inspiring host of ancient trees there. I promised myself I would return in the depths of winter to photograph these magnificent specimens on a clear day when they were bare of leaves. So that was what I did last week, braving the bitter wind and the plunging temperatures for an afternoon with my camera.

In the early 1660’s, Charles II commissioned Le Notre, gardener to Louis XIV, to design the layout of the landscape and the impressive avenues of sweet chestnuts remain, many now approaching four hundred years old. These ancient trees confront you, rising up in the winter sunlight to cast long shadows over the grass and dominating the lonely park with their powerful gnarly presences worthy of paintings by Arthur Rackham.

I have always been in thrall to the fairy tale allure cast by old trees. As a small child, I drew trees continuously once I discovered how easy they were to conjure into life upon paper, following the sinuous lines where I pleased. This delight persists and, even now, I cannot look at these venerable sweet chestnuts in Greenwich without seeing them in motion, as if my photographs captured frozen moments in their swirling dance.

Throughout my childhood, I delighted to climb trees, taking advantage of the facility of my lanky limbs and proximity of large specimens where I could ascend among the leafy boughs and spend an afternoon reading in seclusion, released from the the quotidian world into an arena of magic and possibility. Since the life span of great trees surpasses that of humans, they remind us of the time that passed before we were born and reassure us that the world will continue to exist when we are gone.

Secreted in a dell in the heart of the park, lies the Queen Elizabeth Oak, planted in the twelfth century. Legend has it, Henry VIII danced with Anne Boleyn beneath its branches and later their daughter, Elizabeth I, picnicked in its shade when this was a hunting ground for the royal palace at Greenwich. After flourishing for eight hundred years, the old oak died in the nineteenth century and then fell over a century later, in 1991, but still survives within a protective enclosure of iron railing for visitors to wonder at.

If any readers seek an excuse to venture out for a bracing walk in the frost, I recommend a pilgrimage to pay homage to the old trees in Greenwich Park. They are witnesses to centuries of history and offer a necessary corrective to restore a sense of proportion and hope in these strange times.

Queen Elizabeth’s Oak dating from the twelfth century

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