and Sad Story about FUEGIA BASKET
his research in evolutionary genetics. His research intrests are evolutionary genetics, philogeography, and genetics of meiosis. The island at the world’s end Once upon a time, almost two hundred years ago, on an island far far away, lost at the very end of the world there lived a little girl named...
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| Summary: | his research in evolutionary genetics. His research intrests are evolutionary genetics, philogeography, and genetics of meiosis. The island at the world’s end Once upon a time, almost two hundred years ago, on an island far far away, lost at the very end of the world there lived a little girl named Yokcushlu. The island was situated in such a nasty place — couldn’t be worse. To tell the truth, the girl had no idea about it, for she had never seen anything but the place. The world’s end is a relative thing. If you take a look at a British map, you’ll find Korea and Japan somewhere in the backyard, and Great Britain right in the center of the world. But a Japanese map would tell you a different story: Japan in the middle, and Great Britain hard to find. However, no matter what map you take our girl’s home archipelago, Tierra del Fuego, is at the edge of it. Only Antarctica is further, and nobody lives there but penguins and polar explorers. Tierra del Fuego is the name given to the archipelago by the first round-the-world traveler Ferdinand Magellan. When he was passing the islands by the future Strait of Magellan, our girl’s tribe lit fires: they must have been hoping to be finally discovered. But Magellan did not even stop to talk, slipped by the strait of his into the Pacific, and was gone in a flash. Nobody at all wanted to stop there, so bad was this place: cold, windy, dreary … Raining snow, then snowing rain. Neither gold nor emeralds, little or no fur-animals, spices unheard of. That’s why all seafarers aimed at racing past the archipelago with all its straits and strains, strives and struggles and forgetting it forever. You may get lucky once or twice but next time your luck may wear off and deprive you even of |
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