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Cindy: Good morning, Sam! How are you today? Sam: I am very happy. It’s summer and my birthday is coming. Cindy: When is your birthday, Sam? Sam: My birthday is on July 12th. I will be seven years old. Cindy: What do you do on your birthday? Sam: I always have a picnic with my family. Sam: Do you want to come to my birthday party? Cindy: I can’t. I’m sorry. We are going hiking that day.
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Teacher: Good morning, class! Welcome to the second grade. How was your summer vacation? Timmy: It was fun. I went to summer camp with Sam. Timmy: But summer vacation is finished. No more swimming at the beach and making sandcastles. Teacher: Yes, it’s time to study. Timmy: What will we learn in the second grade? Teacher: We will learn Math, Science, and many other things. Cindy: Will we learn French? My favorite class is French. Teacher: Yes, you will have French lessons with Ms. Martin.Miss Jill: Good morning, class! Can someone tell me where this is? Timmy: It's New York City, Ms. Jill. Miss Jil: Correct! Miss Jill: Is New York City famous? Cindy: Yes, New York City is very famous. It is the biggest city in America. Miss Jill: Do we live in a city? Sam: No, we live in a town. A town is smaller than a city. Miss Jill: Can you think of any other famous cities in the world? Sam: London is very famous. Cindy: Shanghai is very famous too.Morning, children. We are going to name the color of the candles. Are you ready? Yes, we are ready. Timmy, please look at the candles. What color is the tenth candle? The tenth candle is red. Wonderful! Sam, what color is the eleventh candle? The eleventh candle is green. Yes, you are right! Cindy, what color is the twelfth candle? The twelfth candle is blue. Thank you, everyone. Good job!Timmy: Good morning, Cindy! How are you? Cindy: I’m happy. I will go to piano class after school. Timmy: What day is it? Cindy: It’s Wednesday, the third day of the week. I usually play the piano on Wednesday. Timmy: Do you play the piano on Thursday? Cindy: No, I don’t. I always do my Math homework on Thursday. Timmy: Oh, I see. What do you do on Friday? Cindy: I always jump rope with Anna on Friday. Translator: Joseph Geni Reviewer: Morton Bast Before March, 2011, I was a photographic retoucher based in New York City. We're pale, gray creatures. We hide in dark, windowless rooms, and generally avoid sunlight. We make skinny models skinnier, perfect skin more perfect, and the impossible possible, and we get criticized in the press all the time, but some of us are actually talented artists with years of experience and a real appreciation for images and photography. On March 11, 2011, I watched from home, as the rest of the world did, as the tragic events unfolded in Japan. Soon after, an organization I volunteer with, All Hands Volunteers, were on the ground, within days, working as part of the response efforts. I, along with hundreds of other volunteers, knew we couldn't just sit at home, so I decided to join them for three weeks. On May the 13th, I made my way to the town of Ōfunato. It's a small fishing town in Iwate Prefecture, about 50,000 people, one of the first that was hit by the wave. The waters here have been recorded at reaching over 24 meters in height, and traveled over two miles inland. As you can imagine, the town had been devastated. We pulled debris from canals and ditches. We cleaned schools. We de-mudded and gutted homes ready for renovation and rehabilitation. We cleared tons and tons of stinking, rotting fish carcasses from the local fish processing plant. We got dirty, and we loved it. For weeks, all the volunteers and locals alike had been finding similar things. They'd been finding photos and photo albums and cameras and SD cards. And everyone was doing the same. They were collecting them up, and handing them in to various places around the different towns for safekeeping. Now, it wasn't until this point that I realized that these photos were such a huge part of the personal loss these people had felt. As they had run from the wave, and for their lives, absolutely everything they had, everything had to be left behind. At the end of my first week there, I found myself helping out in an evacuation center in the town. I was helping clean the onsen, the communal onsen, the huge giant bathtubs. This happened to also be a place in the town where the evacuation center was collecting the photos. This is where people were handing them in, and I was honored that day that they actually trusted me to help them start hand-cleaning them. Now, it was emotional and it was inspiring, and I've always heard about thinking outside the box, but it wasn't until I had actually gotten outside of my box that something happened. As I looked through the photos, there were some were over a hundred years old, some still in the envelope from the processing lab, I couldn't help but think as a retoucher that I could fix that tear and mend that scratch, and I knew hundreds of people who could do the same. So that evening, I just reached out on Facebook and asked a few of them, and by morning the response had been so overwhelming and so positive, I knew we had to give it a go. So we started retouching photos. This was the very first. Not terribly damaged, but where the water had caused that discoloration on the girl's face had to be repaired with such accuracy and delicacy. Otherwise, that little girl isn't going to look like that little girl anymore, and surely that's as tragic as having the photo damaged. (Applause) Over time, more photos came in, thankfully, and more retouchers were needed, and so I reached out again on Facebook and LinkedIn, and within five days, 80 people wanted to help from 12 different countries. Within two weeks, I had 150 people wanting to join in. Within Japan, by July, we'd branched out to the neighboring town of Rikuzentakata, further north to a town called Yamada. Once a week, we would set up our scanning equipment in the temporary photo libraries that had been set up, where people were reclaiming their photos. The older ladies sometimes hadn't seen a scanner before, but within 10 minutes of them finding their lost photo, they could give it to us, have it scanned, uploaded to a cloud server, it would be downloaded by a gaijin, a stranger, somewhere on the other side of the globe, and it'd start being fixed. The time it took, however, to get it back is a completely different story, and it depended obviously on the damage involved. It could take an hour. It could take weeks. It could take months. The kimono in this shot pretty much had to be hand-drawn, or pieced together, picking out the remaining parts of color and detail that the water hadn't damaged. It was very time-consuming. Now, all these photos had been damaged by water, submerged in salt water, covered in bacteria, in sewage, sometimes even in oil, all of which over time is going to continue to damage them, so hand-cleaning them was a huge part of the project. We couldn't retouch the photo unless it was cleaned, dry and reclaimed. Now, we were lucky with our hand-cleaning. We had an amazing local woman who guided us. It's very easy to do more damage to those damaged photos. As my team leader Wynne once said, it's like doing a tattoo on someone. You don't get a chance to mess it up. The lady who brought us these photos was lucky, as far as the photos go. She had started hand-cleaning them herself and stopped when she realized she was doing more damage. She also had duplicates. Areas like her husband and her face, which otherwise would have been completely impossible to fix, we could just put them together in one good photo, and remake the whole photo. When she collected the photos from us, she shared a bit of her story with us. Her photos were found by her husband's colleagues at a local fire department in the debris a long way from where the home had once stood, and they'd recognized him. The day of the tsunami, he'd actually been in charge of making sure the tsunami gates were closed. He had to go towards the water as the sirens sounded. Her two little boys, not so little anymore, but her two boys were both at school, separate schools. One of them got caught up in the water. It took her a week to find them all again and find out that they had all survived. The day I gave her the photos also happened to be her youngest son's 14th birthday. For her, despite all of this, those photos were the perfect gift back to him, something he could look at again, something he remembered from before that wasn't still scarred from that day in March when absolutely everything else in his life had changed or been destroyed. After six months in Japan, 1,100 volunteers had passed through All Hands, hundreds of whom had helped us hand-clean over 135,000 photographs, the large majority — (Applause) — a large majority of which did actually find their home again, importantly. Over five hundred volunteers around the globe helped us get 90 families hundreds of photographs back, fully restored and retouched. During this time, we hadn't really spent more than about a thousand dollars in equipment and materials, most of which was printer inks. We take photos constantly. A photo is a reminder of someone or something, a place, a relationship, a loved one. They're our memory-keepers and our histories, the last thing we would grab and the first thing you'd go back to look for. That's all this project was about, about restoring those little bits of humanity, giving someone that connection back. When a photo like this can be returned to someone like this, it makes a huge difference in the lives of the person receiving it. The project's also made a big difference in the lives of the retouchers. For some of them, it's given them a connection to something bigger, giving something back, using their talents on something other than skinny models and perfect skin. I would like to conclude by reading an email I got from one of them, Cindy, the day I finally got back from Japan after six months. "As I worked, I couldn't help but think about the individuals and the stories represented in the images. One in particular, a photo of women of all ages, from grandmother to little girl, gathered around a baby, struck a chord, because a similar photo from my family, my grandmother and mother, myself, and newborn daughter, hangs on our wall. Across the globe, throughout the ages, our basic needs are just the same, aren't they?" Thank you. (Applause) (Applause)Cindy: Good afternoon, Anna. How are you? Anna: I am fine. It is very cold out. Do you want a cup of tea? Cindy: Yes, I want a cup of tea. Cindy: Please sit at the table. You can eat some cakes while I make the tea. Anna: Oh, great! These cakes are delicious. Cindy” Now the tea is ready. It is very hot. Please be careful. Anna” Ouch! That is very hot! I burned my tongue. Cindy: Here, drink some cold water. Hot tea is dangerous. Anna: I will drink some cold water. I will be more careful next time. Timmy: Good evening, everyone! I am cooking dinner tonight. Cindy: Wow, that’s great, Timmy. Timmy: You are welcome! Sam: What will you make? Timmy: I will make a meat dish. There will also be some bread. Timmy: I will make a summer salad. Cindy: What’s that? Timmy: It has lettuce, tomatoes, and mangoes. It’s for hot days. Cindy: Oh! That’s great. Timmy: Yes, and I hope you like dessert. We will have chocolate cake and ice cream.Mom: Who are they? Cindy: Those are my friends, Sam and Timmy. They are my classmates at school. Mom: Wow, it seems like they are always together. Cindy: Yes, they are best friends. They like to play together. Mom: Who is your best friend? Cindy: My best friend is Anna. We like to jump rope together. Mom: Wow, that's great! Cindy: Anna is my best friend, but I have other friends too. It's good to have many friends.