[email protected] replaces William Reed Business Media’s longstanding Baking Industry Exhibition, incorporating bakery more firmly into the wider Foodex show. It is designed to give exhibitors greater exposure to a wider range of buyers from across the food manufacturing and retailing industries. Among many other events, the British Society of Bakers will host its annual dinner on the second night of the show.
“It would be difficult to conduct clinical trials at home due to low number of new cases and we understand discussions are underway with European countries for trials,” Korea Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (KCDC) deputy director Kwon Jun-wook said on its daily briefing.Kwon said the process would pave the way for South Korea to secure sizable supplies of the treatment by the first half of next year.There is currently no treatments for COVID-19 and human trials of several existing antiviral drugs have yet to show full efficacy.Eli Lilly and Co said on Monday it had started an early-stage trial to test its potential COVID-19 treatment, in the world’s first study of an antibody treatment against the disease.US drugmaker Gilead Science Inc has reported promising early trial results for its treatment remdesivir, prompting emergency approval in the United States and Japan. South Korea also said last week it would request imports of remdesivir. South Korea expects clinical trials of Celltrion Inc’s experimental COVID-19 treatment to begin in Europe next month and aims to secure sizable supplies of the drug by the first half of next year, a senior health official said on Tuesday.Drugmakers worldwide are rushing to develop treatments for the flu-like illness caused by the new coronavirus that has killed more than 374,000 globally since it first emerged late last year in China.Celltrion said on Monday its experimental antibody COVID-19 treatment demonstrated an up to 100-fold reduction in viral load of the disease in animal testing, saying it aims to start human clinical trials in late July. Topics :
59 Wilson Rd, Tamborine Mountain.THE views are endless and so are the opportunities from this stunning property nestled on Tamborine Mountain.The property is largely cleared and ideal for grazing cattle, rearing horses and growing crops.The rural dream begins at the front gate with a sealed driveway that leads to the stables, shed and two residences with a pool. Space and privacy abound, while spectacular vistas of the Gold Coast across to Mt Warning beckon.More from news02:37International architect Desmond Brooks selling luxury beach villa15 hours ago02:37Gold Coast property: Sovereign Islands mega mansion hits market with $16m price tag2 days ago59 Wilson Rd, Tamborine Mountain.“It’s an inspiring location that offers an incredible set of opportunities to a prospective buyer,” agent Linda Hogan said. “The property is very well kept and ideally could continue as a hobby farm for many years to come. It could also support a tourism venture with potential for holiday cabins or even a wedding venue.”Ms Hogan said a third option was to subdivide the property.59 Wilson Rd, Tamborine Mountain.Both residences on the property offer spacious living options, with the main home comprising three bedrooms and the caretaker’s residence comprising seven bedrooms.“It’s very rare to find properties like this on Tamborine Mountain. It’s well cleared, flat and offers spectacular views from every corner,” she said.
Elma Louise Wessel, age 97 of Batesville, IN passed away Tuesday, April 5, 2016 at Arbor Grove Village in Greensburg, IN. Born January 9, 1919, on the farm in Batesville where she was currently living, she was the daughter of Frank & Lillian (Holle) Bergman.Elma married Alfred H. Wessel at St. John United Church of Christ in Batesville where she was also a member. She worked for the telephone company in both Batesville & Greensburg.Elma’s family was her life and she spent many hours just being with them, especially her grandchildren. She also liked visiting with her friends.Elma is survived by her daughter and son –in-law Nancy & Dave Moorman of Sinking Springs, PA; her grandson Christopher D. Moorman of Knoxville, TN and her siblings Evelyn Behlmer of Bright, IN, Frank Bergman Jr. of Batesville, IN and Robert Bergman of Florida. In addition to her parents and husband, she was preceded in death by her granddaughter Holli N. Moorman and her brothers Earl & Alvin Bergman.Visitation will be Thursday, April 7, 2016 from 11:00am until time of services at 1:00pm all at St. John United Church of Christ in Batesville with Pastors Dennis & Linda Frische-Mouri officiating. Burial will follow services in St. John Cemetery.Memorials are suggested to Margaret Mary Hospice c/o Meyers Funeral Home, P.O. Box 202, Batesville, IN 47006. Online condolences at www.meyersfuneralhomes.com
The afternoon wind blew across central Monrovia yesterday as the living struggled to get their businesses in order, while at the nearby Palm Grove Cemetery, the pungent smell of feces dishonor Liberia’s dead.A sprawling cemetery spanning Center and Gurley Streets, Palm Grove, Monrovia’s oldest cemetery, is where ordinary and prominent Liberian dead have been buried for generations. They are committed to the ground to await the Lord’s return, said a local pastor on Center Street. Except for those who own family plots in this cemetery, it is now closed for any further burials.On the outskirts of the cemetery is the unmarked mass grave bearing the remains of the late President William R. Tolbert assassinated in the 1980 coup and many other Liberian leaders and prominent citizens who shared his fate.But a visit to the cemetery yesterday revealed a sorrowful sight that drew more questions than answers. In the end, the stench and other evidences of vandalism indicate how dishonorably and shamefully the Liberian society has allowed its dead to lie.Said a bewildered young mechanic, who works at a nearby shop, “This is not how to honor the dead.”At the Center Street entrance sat several workers from the Monrovia City Corporation, the custodian of memorial grounds of the Liberian dead.A worker who spoke to the Daily Observer said, “The way we Liberians honor our dead is a disgrace.” His concern became quite evident when closer survey of the burial grounds revealed what he described as the “downright disrespect to our loved ones who have left us.” The Daily Observer saw that several graves were open or as the worker explained, “Were broken into by criminals who have no respect for the dead.” And the living have shown no concern or respect for their dead either.Though all sides of the cemetery are enclosed by a high fence, yet residents in the area and other people have found it expedient to respond to nature’s call as well as throw trash inside the fence.Though MCC workers provide some security to ward off those who have no business there, a worker said, “It’s been difficult to stop people from throwing all kinds of garbage inside here.” There are locks, of course, but when the workers are gone for the day, the miscreants and deviants then take over the cemetery grounds, the Daily Observer learned.“You see the empty grave over there?” a worker pointed out to the Daily Observer. “They took everything that could be stolen.” A closer look showed that the only remains was a skull lying in the trash.The worker who asked not to be named because he was not authorized to speak for the MCC continued, “Look at these graves that are broken. Who would do a thing like that?” Though that question was hard to answer, he admitted that there are people who live in the cemetery.Tomorrow, March 11 is National Decoration Day, and Liberians from all walks of life are expected to visit the burial places of their loved ones. Although the recent Ebola disaster has contributed to the frustration of Liberians, many interviewed by the Daily Observer suggested that a new direction to ensure that the dead repose in honor and dignity was needed and it should be led by President Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf.“We want her to help direct our actions,” said a resident on Center Street. “We may lose our sense of duty due to the many deaths, but this is not how to honor our dead.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
5 May 2005A government-led initiative to increase the participation of previously disadvantaged communities in the Western Cape tourism industry has been given a boost with a new black economic empowerment (BEE) partnership between two local tourism companies.The companies are Creating Unforgettable Experiences (CUE) and Southern Ambition Cruises, the first and only black tour-boat operator in South Africa.Formed in 1997, CUE owns a boat that ferries guests to Seal Island off Cape Town, offers private sunset cruises and hosts corporate functions. Southern Ambition Cruises, formed in 2004, runs tour boat operations in Cape Town’s Hout Bay harbour.The partnership will allow Southern Ambition Cruises to tap into the expertise of a larger company with an international profile. It will also give it more leverage in the R21-billion local tourism industry, which is still dominated by white role-players.The provincial Department of Economic Development and Tourism will launch five business advisory centres in June to help educate emerging tourism entrepreneurs. These will be in addition to the two already in operation.At the launch of the deal in Hout Bay on Friday, Western Cape MEC for Economic Development and Tourism Lynne Brown said there was an urgent need to transform the tourism industry.“The Western Cape’s beauty stands in stark contrast to the shacks and poverty”, Brown said. “This is a major concern to government, and must be rectified urgently.”The joint venture signed by the two companies was a step in the right direction, Brown said. “To ensure the inequalities of the past are addressed, we need big businesses to partner and mentor emerging ones.”Southern Ambition Cruises chairperson Morris Nongabe said the joint venture would open doors for the previously disadvantaged. “We will use the benefits of this joint venture to help make broad-based BEE a reality”, he said.The agreement will see each company get a 50% share of the profits.Source: Bua News
Founded in 2012 by the Project for the Study of Alternative Education in South Africa (Praesa) and the DG Murray Trust, Nal’ibali has spread its influence, working with an ever-growing number of children and parents across the country. (Image: Nal’ibali)Nal’ibali, a South African campaign aimed at promoting reading for enjoyment, has issued its 2016 Story Power Promise, and in so doing has again committed itself to helping South African parents instil a strong reading ethos in their children.Parents and children are asked to sign a pledge agreeing to help establish strong reading habits in their children as well as to maintain and develop those habits that are already in place.“Reading and sharing stories with children is one of the most powerful gifts you can give them,” says Nal’ibali general director Jade Jacobsohn.“Not only does it help to develop children’s literacy skills, it also fires up those parts of the brain concerned with imagination, emotion, sensation and movement. Ultimately it helps to create the neural circuits that enable sophisticated thinking and reasoning, helping children to do well at school.”Founded in 2012 by the Project for the Study of Alternative Education in South Africa (Praesa) and the DG Murray Trust, Nal’ibali has spread its influence, working with an ever-growing number of children and parents across the country. Its focus is to build and feed excitement about reading in a range of different languages.It works with more than 800 reading clubs, a number it is continually seeking to grow through sustained mentoring of and collaboration with communities, literacy organisations and volunteers of all ages.The above infographic serves to highlight some of the many advantages of reading to children. (Image: Nal’ibali)Nal’ibali issues a bi-weekly reading-for-enjoyment newspaper supplement and weekly radio stories which have also made a significant contribution to the library of South African children’s literature and stories. This year, Nal’ibali plans to add eight more stories to the 51 it has already produced and made freely available.“We have made our promise to the nation to assist and support children and adults in becoming strong and powerful readers through the development, translation and distribution of literacy materials,” said Jacobsohn.Nal’ibali would continue to provide on-the-ground support for those invested in its efforts in the hope that they would join the campaign on its literacy journey in 2016 and ” work together to grow a nation that reads”.The Story Power Promise forms part of Nal’ibali’s broader Story Power campaign, and carries the clear message that anyone can share a story anytime, anywhere. The main concept behind the campaign is the belief that children who enjoy story-time and being read to will, as they grow up, be more likely to read by themselves and build further on the foundation built by their parents and caregivers.This is, for the most part, why the campaign encourages parents and caregivers to take it upon themselves to make story-time a fun part of their daily routine with the children.Nal’ibali has a wide range of stories in a number of home-languages that can be downloaded from its mobile site or website.For more information about the Nal’ibali campaign and how to get involved, can visit the website or mobi site, or find the campaign on Facebook or Twitter: nalibaliSA.Watch this video touching on some of the defining characteristics of the Nal’ibali Campaign:PLAY YOUR PARTAre you playing your part in transforming South Africa? If so, submit your story or video and let us know what you are doing to improve the country for all.
Many in India may not have heard of Tajikistan and yet fewer know that its Capital is a place called Dushanbe. This, even though Dushanbe is much closer to Delhi than say Cochin where I live. The distance from Cochin to Delhi for a crow would be about 2,700 Kilometers, whereas the distance from Delhi to Dushanbe is half that, about 1330 Kilometres. But I am not a crow and if I have to fly from Delhi to Dushanbe I have to first get a visa – which is the easy part I got in 48 hours online – and then fly from Delhi to Almaty, which is another 300 Kilometres north of Dushanbe, and double back that 300 Kilometres south to Dushanbe. Or travel to Tashkent, the Capital of Uzbekistan which is 250 Kilometres north-west of Dushanbe and then fly that extra distance back to Dushanbe. Also Read – A special kind of bondI had chosen the Tashkent route. Tashkent has a special fascination for me. It was in Tashkent that our PM Lal Bahadur Shastri – who had decisively won the 1965 war with Pakistan for us – had died. The 1965 war was, like others of its genre, a Pakistani misadventure that its then Prime Minister General Ayub Khan had started through invading our Rann of Kutch. After winning the war, Lal Bahadur Shastri had, at the invitation of the then USSR, gone to Tashkent to secure the peace. A day after signing a peace deal with Pakistan in Tashkent, an agreement that came to be known as the Tashkent Peace Accord, Lal Bahadur Shastri died of a heart attack. I do not generally believe in conspiracy theories but it always seemed such a strange coincidence that our Prime Minister should have died just like that, so suddenly after having signed the peace deal. Leaves me wondering if there was more to his death. Also Read – Insider threat managementWith that fascination for Tashkent, I had chosen the Tashkent route to reach Dushanbe. The flight, a sparse Uzbekistan Airlines Jet, landed in Dushanbe past midnight. The airport was small but well kept. Even at that midnight hour, it was crowded many times beyond capacity, not with passengers but with their relatives and friends and well-wishers and a whole lot of others who had come to receive or see them off. As in India, there were warm home-coming hugs and kisses and tearful goodbyes. Equally familiarly, taxi drivers accosted me for my custom. I could have been in any of the airports in the smaller towns of India. Or in Delhi, before Terminal 3 was built. The first surprise had come at the emigration. The officer looked at my passport and looked up at me and asked ‘Name, es te?’. I thought he was asking me my name, no doubt to make sure that I was not a smuggler impersonating me. I said as politely as I could that my name was Joseph. He shook his head and repeated, ‘Name es te’. Having slept through the flight, groggy and tired, it took me more than a few seconds to realise what he was saying. He was wishing me ‘Namaste’. They love India, Indians even more. But most of all, they love Indian movies. If there was another superlative I could come up with, I would say they love old Bollywood songs the most. And they sing it so well too, certainly much better than I can. Dushanbe sits on the river Varzob, and there is a town by the same name some 40 Kilometres upriver from Dushanbe, that has developed into a tourist spot. The river which is quite small by Indian standards, is however very full and quick flowing, with very strong currents. It cuts through rocks, hills and mountains on its way down from the upper heights. There is a quickly developing picnic spot beyond Varzob town where the 15-room hotel I stayed in Dushanbe arranged a day trip for me. The manager of the hotel arranged the car with a driver and a hamper with lunch. And he insisted on coming along with me as my guide. The driver turned out to be a young woman in her early 30s! When she realised that I was from India, she took out a cache of old Bollywood songs and blared them out one after the other like a Disc Jockey, from one of the most powerful car stereos that I have ever listened to. Then, with the glass window on the driver’s side pulled down – they drive on the wrong side of the road there, the right side – she stretched her left hand out of the window and let the onrushing wind caress her arm and palms, which was okay, but when those hit numbers from DDLJ came up, she turned 180 degrees around to face me – I was sitting right behind – and began to act and dance out the song sequence, taking off even that one right hand on the steering. She had a very expressive face and could have easily found a role in a Bollywood movie. And I would have loved to watch her. But the car was moving at a good 110 Kilometres/hour along a winding uphill road. My heart sank, and my eyes were fixed on the road ahead watching the oncoming traffic. I could not show her my anxiety, for here she was, showing off her love for India and its songs, putting on her best dancing driver’s moves for me. Torn between not wanting to dampen her enthusiasm for Bollywood, and my fear of oncoming death, I tightened my seat belt and squirmed in my seat. That was a wrong move, for she thought I was dancing in my seat too, and redoubled her dance moves with her face turned towards me, with dangerous enthusiasm. How could I tell her that driving and dancing don’t mix? Thankfully, I remembered the ruse that I had often used as a kid on our annual summer drive from Madras to Kerala. My mother who had just got her license would insist on driving part of the way. My father would have to give up his driver’s seat for her (pun intended) and sit on the pillion seat beside her. But he would be incessantly jittery about her driving and incessantly keep telling her what to do and what not. Side-seat driving, if ever there was one! A holy row would soon ensue between the two of them. Peace would prevail when over their duel I would shout that I was hungry. My mother would then soon stop the car under the nearest tree and open the lunch hamper she had brought along. After the feed, my father would be back in the driver’s seat and peace would prevail. The ruse worked with my dancing driver too. I said I was hungry and could we stop and have our lunch? The manager who was sitting in the front seat and was more scared than I was, immediately asked her to stop at the next rest area on the road. Like my mother, after lunch, she did not insist on dancing while driving. Tajikis love India. And every Tajiki knows Amitabh Bachhan, Shah Rukh Khan and Salman Khan. Their love for Bollywood is gender-neutral. They love Sridevi, Karishma, Madhuri, and Deepika just as much as they love Amitabh Bachhan. I had landed in Dushanbe on a Saturday morning. The following day I decided to attend a Sunday Mass. I searched for a church on google and realised that in a population of about 800,000, Dushanbe has less than 3,000 Christians, of which Catholics like me would be about a hundred. And that there was only one Catholic Church in the city, the St. Joseph’s church. The Sunday morning mass in that Church was in Russian, as most of the Christians in Dushanbe, as well as in Tajikistan, are descendants of Russians whom the former Communist USSR – of which Tajikistan was a ‘Soviet Socialist Republic’ – deported to this place, far off from Moscow, for being religiously inclined. With that previous Communist background and being an overwhelmingly Muslim country, it is no surprise that the Christian population here is tiny. I counted. There were just 43 persons for the Mass that Sunday morning. And yet the Mass was celebrated by the Russian speaking Argentinian Priest with great solemnity and majesty as if he had a congregation of thousands in front of him. What was most amazing to me was to see in the Church that Sunday morning, the Indian Sari, white and blue in colour, worn the traditional Bengali way, by two nuns of the Missionaries of Charity. Neither of them were Indians, one was a Rwandan and the other was from Madagascar. It was heart-warming that Mother Teresa had brought the Indian sari and her Indian sense of service to the poor, to a landlocked, far away land like Tajikistan, and that too, through distant Rwanda and Madagascar. India in Tajikistan did not end there. Visiting the Hisor Fort, 30 Kms west of Dushanbe, which my manager-cum-guide explained was 3,000 years old, was another experience altogether. What absorbed me was not the Fort itself – majestic though it was – but what seemed like a wedding baaraat with girls, boys and uncles and aunts, all-dancing on the road to Bollywood music and leading the bride and groom up to the ramparts of the Fort. Though the groom was not on a horse and the bride also joined in the procession, otherwise, it could have been straight out of a Delhi baaraat. Seeing an Indian face taking photos, they insisted I join in the dance. I did. I felt I was in Delhi. What is most ubiquitously Indian in Tajikistan is the way the Tajiki women dress. They wear what seems like salwar kameez, except that the salwar does not come down to the ankles, but comes only up to 6 to 12 Centimetres above the ankle. Dushanbe could be mistaken for Delhi. Even the temperature there was a hot Delhi-like 40 degrees Celsius. India also has a very strong diplomatic, cultural and political presence in Tajikistan. We even have an Air Base at Farkhor, some 130 Kilometres south-east of Dushanbe, India’s first airbase outside the country. There is much more India in Tajikistan than perhaps in India itself. (The author is a former Indian and UN Civil Servant. He belongs to the 1978 batch of the IAS and worked with the ILO in India and abroad for 20 years. The views expressed are strictly personal)