When novelist Margaret Atwood opened her first bank account at the age of eight she found this thing called interest kept turning up in her account.
'Grown-ups said banks were real and tooth-fairies were unreal, but I wasn't sure that that was true and now it appears that banks too have an illusory quality.'
‘It smells so bad’: glut of wild salmon creates stink in Norway and Finland
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The irony of having too many salmon as global populations fall is not lost
on locals, who have seen the pristine Tana River littered with the rotting
cor...
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