Man! It Is Cold Outside! - Prolog
Beverly held on tightly with one hand to the handrail, bracing herself against the movements of the research vessel. She cradled the satellite telephone in her other hand and dialed with her thumb. “Pick up! Pick up!” she softly said, bracing against a particularly rough motion. Thank God she didn’t suffer from seasickness.“Mike? Thank God I got you! Now listen. I don’t have much time. It’s Alas Babylon time. Like in that book we read when we were in high school. Only not nuclear war, Mike. Ice Age! There is an Ice Age coming. Fast. Not like that movie, but fast once it gets started. Our projections are glaciation to 38 degrees Mike! Starting within two years and escalating from there!“We’re in trouble here. We may not make it. And even if we do, they’ll clamp down on this and keep it a secret. If you tell anyone now they’ll kill you. Don’t let it get you. Don’t let it get you. I have to go now before they catch me. I love you. ‘bye.”
Man! It Is Cold Outside! – Chapter 1
Mike Buncie had is arms crossed in front of his chest. Partly to try to warm himself in the cold, blustery winds of Washington, D. C. in winter. They were also crossed in an unconscious act of protection against the two men standing near. They’d said they wanted to talk to him. He had insisted it be after the funeral. They weren’t happy, but they weren’t willing to force the issue. Not with this many people around. Beverly Buncie was a well liked and respected research meteorologist.The sounds and sights of the funeral were lost to Mike as he turned his attention inward. Inward to remember the call of the week previous. From Beverly. She was dead. Dead due to an accident on board the vessel on contract to the National Weather Service.Mike went through the motions at the funeral, and finally it was over. As he walked toward the limousine that would take him back to the funeral home to pick up his old truck, the two men that wanted to talk to him were suddenly foremost in his mind. They stood by the limo.“Funeral is over. Time to talk,” said one. The taller and stouter of the two. Mike wondered what a round of South African .308 at close range would do to his face.“Let’s show a little respect,” said the other.“Thank you,” Mike replied evenly, not meaning it at all. “You have some questions?”“Why don’t we sit in the limo. It’ll be warmer,” said the second man.“Here is fine. What about my sister? She died in an accident. I’m sure the crew did everything in their power to prevent it. I’m not going to sue.”“Look, buddy,” said the first man, stepping close. Menacingly close. Number One, as Mike was beginning to think of him, was a fraction of an inch taller than Mike, and probably thirty pounds heavier. But Mike was sure he could take the man. Just a random thought.“We need to ask you some questions. Now.” He was still menacing, but Mike didn’t flinch. Number Two didn’t try to interfere this time.“Let’s see some ID and then you can ask.” Mike wasn’t going to take anything from these two. He was spoiling for a fight, as a matter of fact.Quickly the two men took out flapped ID cases. They barely gave time for Mike to see them before they were flipped closed and back in their pockets.“FEMA. That’s good to know.”The two exchanged a quick glance. “And why is that?” asked Number One.“All the crap going on. Everyone says, get ID. But I don’t really need to take down your ID numbers, do I. You’re legit.”“We’re legit, as you said,” said Number Two.Number One, a half step closer now, eyes glaring, said, “We know you talked to your sister shortly before her death last week. What’d she say?”“You want to know what my sister said to me, just before her death?”“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”“Yes, it was. It just surprised me, is all,”Number Two put a gentle restraining hand on Number One’s arm before he could tear into this little pipsqueak.“Surprised you? Why is that?”“I thought all communications from a research vessel were recorded, as a matter of course.”“That might be true, normally,” Number Two replied. “But in this case the device used was a privately owned satellite telephone.”“Oh? I didn’t see it in her effects.”“She borrowed it.” Number One couldn’t take it any longer. “What did she say?” he asked, enunciating the words slowly and distinctly.“Great diction, by the way. But what she said. You know, I’m kinda of shaken up over all this. Could we go get a drink or something?”A very ominous Number One tried to tower over Mike, but that extra half inch of height wasn’t quite up to it. “No. Answer the freaking question.”“Is he allowed to talk like that?” Mike asked Number Two.Number Two put a somewhat more firm hand on his colleague’s arm.“Not normally, but you see,” said Number Two, “there is the possibility that Miss Buncie might have passed on some critical piece of data while she was talking to you.”“Oh, Beverly never talked about her work with me. I hate the weather. Run a farm, you see. Never have the right weather. Some one should do something about it, Beverly always said. That’s what she was trying to do. Learn enough about the weather to be able to change it. Great idea. But I think God had other plans for Beverly.”“What did she say, exactly?” Number Two asked.“That the ship was taking a beating and she was worried. Wanted to talk to me, just in case. Prophetic, I guess. She must have been hurt just after that. At least she didn’t suffer, they said. Broke her neck, you see, from a fall down the stairs or whatever they’re called on a ship.”The misty rain had turned to a hard, cold rain. Water was running off Mike’s fedora in a rivulet.Menacing Number One had one last question. “That was all she said? Goodbye?”“Just that and she was scared. “Can we go get that drink now?”“We’ll take a rain check,” Number Two said. “We have to be going. I’m sorry about your loss. She was a fine woman and a fine meteorologist. The world will be a sadder place for her passing.”Mike looked at Number Two for long moments, rigid as stone. But he controlled the urge to put him down like the snake Mike suspected he was. Breaking eye contact, Mike opened the door of the limo and climbed in, shutting the door firmly beside him.“Ready to go back, now, sir?” asked the driver through the open glass of the driver’s compartment.“No. If you don’t mind. I’d like to wait for a few moments more.”Watch, he did, as the two FEMA agents went down a swale and up the other side, crossed the road and boarded the black painted Sikorsky Black Hawk helicopter.“We can go now,” Mike told the driver as the helicopter took off. Mike watched a moment more but the helicopter was flying away, not following the limo. Mike leaned back and thought. He thought a great deal. After all that thinking, he started making plans. He planned all the way back to Wisconsin.Beverly had made it clear. She wanted him to survive the coming Ice Age, and, though she didn’t say it directly, Mike was sure the ‘they’ that would kill him was FEMA. Of course he couldn’t know for sure. He’d heard the wild weather in the background when Beverly had called, and heard her grunts as she was adjusting to the movements of the ship. But if ‘they’ would kill him for telling, they’d most likely be willing to kill her, too.He wanted to honor Beverly’s wishes, and he had the normal will to live. He didn’t owe the world anything. He could do as he wished. And for the moment, he wished to get out of Wisconsin. That would take a while. The large dairy farm and milk processing and cheese plant that had been in the family for generations had been his and Beverly’s since their parents’ deaths. It would take some time to get it on the market and sell. He could be looking for another place in the mean time, however.For a while, the thirty-eight degrees Beverly had mentioned in her phone call, Mike had interpreted as the temperature 38 degrees Fahrenheit. It finally dawned on him she had meant 38 degrees north latitude, not that the average temperature would be 38. So he needed to find an area somewhat south of 38 degrees north latitude. That opened up quite a bit of territory.With atlas and almanac in hand he studied for a few days, finally taking the search to the internet to check some specifics of areas he found. So, first item was Missouri or Arkansas Ozarks. Far enough south in case Beverly was off a degree or two. Not so far south as to be in the herd that would be settling in the Deep South when this became obvious. Mike wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t just plan to do the same.Get a place on the equator and live the easy life. The sale of the dairy farm would provide for him for the rest of his life, if that’s what he wanted. But he found himself wanting to beat the ice age, not just accept it. Somehow that would be beating FEMA. He had no other real way to combat what he had thought happened to his sister. Making a new life near the edge of the area of glaciation would go a long ways to satisfying that urge.He didn’t want to rush things, however. Making a mistake could ultimately be fatal. He decided to put his plans in writing. At least an over view.1. - Missouri/Arkansas Ozarks2 - Air – shouldn’t be a problem there, except it’ll be cold as all get out at times.3 - Water – Needed a reliable supply. Stream… but a stream might freeze up. More likely a well. Maybe two. Artesian would be nice, but not likely. Wind and solar powered pumping.4 - Food – Can store a lot, but this is essentially for generations. Need home grown food. A self-sufficient farm. Need diversity, but not too much to make it unsustainable. Dual purpose cattle for beef and milk and leather, chickens for meat and eggs, pigs for meat and leather. Hunting? As far vegetables the same thing. Ditto fruits and berries. Some diversity, but KISS. Grain/legumes. Oil crops. Larger fields. Horse drawn, draft animals? Multiple open-pollinated varieties. Green houses for year round production. Storage. Frozen shouldn’t be a problem with an ice house, which shouldn’t be a problem. Home canned. Dried. LTS food to get through the initial stages. Irrigation. Animal feed. Sprouting machine. Production, seed. Grain grinder/nut & oily grain grinder.5 - Shelter – Insulated big time. Earth sheltered? Not conventional. Concrete. Concrete block. Straw Bale. Heat – wood definitely. Coal? Maybe. Propane No manufactured after onslaught. Okay before. Barns. Shop. Garage. Clinic. Meeting hall.6 - Power – Hydro, solar, wind, diesel gensets Fuel storage, fuel production. Wood, Bio-diesel, alcohol, wood gas, coal, propane.7 - Hygiene/Sanitation – septic system/burner8 - Protection – Secrecy! Fortifications – house, barn, approaches. Weapons. Quality 7.62 x 51, 5.56 x 45, .45 ACP, 9mm Para, .357 Mag. .22 Rimfire. Catch as catch can. Ammo. Lots. Reloading for all calibers. Extra rimfires. Spare parts.9 - Transportation – Bio-diesel. Diesel vehicles. Alcohol, converted engines, Horses, horse drawn vehicles. Snow/ice vehicles. Snow mobiles, sno-cat. ARGO w/tracks. Spare parts.10 - Intelligence – Internet, Broadcast TV/Radio, Shortwave Radio, Weather Instrumentation11 - Tools & Spares – Extensive for both12 - Safety/Medical – First-aid Kits. Only-aid Kits. Other disasters preparedness equipment.13 - Finances/Trade Goods – Cash. Gold, silver, diamonds. Trade goods, many items and lots of them.14 - Entertainment – Broadcast TV/Radio. VHS/DVD’s. Music. Instruments. Karaoke15 - Education – Library, computers, K-12 courses ware, Higher level learning materials.16 - People/personnel – Alone or family is two generations only. Need more. Doctor, dentist, pharmacist, homeopathic healer, teacher, farmer, butcher/meat cutter. Craft people for things like cheese, bacon, sausage, sewing, all kinds of stuff. Means more housingMike added to the list as he thought of additional items that needed more thought, but it was a start. He made additional lists as the weeks passed. He modified the parameters of the property he was looking for once he decided he wanted more people to be involved. How he was going to attract people to move to what amounted to a survivalist camp.Suddenly it hit him. That was the way to go. Make it a survivalist camp, only not necessarily geared to a new Ice Age, but all sorts of other disasters. The preparations would be the same for most of them, anyway. If the subject came up, it could just be one more disaster they were planning for.It would be a lot easier, Mike thought, if the land was acquired and much of the land work done. Perhaps a step or two further. Make it a turnkey operation. A safe, productive life in a nearly closed environment in return for specialist services. He smiled as he thought of it. He’d heard that doctors and lawyers were too of the professions that had many people into preparedness. He’d find out. Might need a lawyer to work out the legal aspects of some of it, anyway. How to go about finding one. And the others.When Mike was back home in Wisconsin, for the monthly signing of the checks, he made an appointment with the attorney that handled the farms needs. “Mr. Jorgensen,” Mike asked, “What trade magazines do most lawyers read?”“Well, son, I’ll tell you.” He then went into a lengthy explanation describing an abundance of possibilities. Mike finally pinned him down to three national circulation trade magazines for attorneys.He did the same thing with his doctor. And several other trades as he thought of them. Each magazine got a similar ad.Looking for a(n) fill in the blank tradesperson interested ina place in a functioning self-sufficient community. ContactMike at 555.555.5555. Mike was amazed at the responses he received. It was amazing how many kooks there are getting along in regular society. He narrowed the fields down with telephone calls and followed up with personal visits to the others. Mike picked two or three good candidates and let them know he would be following up with them when the property was selected. He did get each candidate to fill out a wish list of items they would want on site if they were selected.The attorney he needed as soon as possible. He’d found a piece of property that looked suitable. He kept coming back to the same name each time he went over the data. Mike found himself doing so with some reluctance, which he couldn’t figure out why.Sara Parker had struck him as a very capable young lady. She seemed to know her way around the legal profession. He had a feeling anything she tackled, so to speak, remained tackled until she wanted it otherwise.He picked up the telephone and dialed her number. He was almost relieved that a machine picked up the call. He left a message asking her to call him and quickly went on to some other business.It looked like there were two corporations interested in the dairy operation. Several outfits had submitted proposals, but the two had been within a few dollars of one another. They were also the two highest offers for the property.Mr. Jorgenson was handling it and would have a firm commitment in a couple of days with the best offer they would get. And it would be a good offer. Both the original offers had been right in there with what Mike was wanting and a minor bidding war should take it up even higher. It was a small mint, but it was going to take a small mint to do what he wanted to do.The place he envisioned was going to be profitable in a normal economy, more so in the desperate times a short timeline Ice Age would bring. But it wasn’t going to be anything like the income from the current farm.The telephone interrupted his thought process. He answered it. It was Sara Parker. “Yes, Miss Parker. I have a piece of property in mind and I would like you to take a look at the paperwork and see if everything is in order.”She gave Mike a simple, “I’ll take care of it,” and hung up.“Maybe she isn’t the right one for this job,” Mike muttered, hanging up the phone. Choosing someone else would have to wait until tomorrow. He was too tired to mess with it today. He didn’t have the money from the sale yet, anyway. That would be a few days.When he entered his office in the farm office building the next morning someone was waiting, talking to the receptionist. It was Sara Parker. She turned and smiled at Mike. He was suddenly wondering what had brought her to the farm. He was in the process of shaking hands with her when he remembered. She was going to look at the paperwork for the possible purchase of the property in the Ozarks.“I thought we could go down together and take a look. Get the papers from the seller’s attorney and see what is going on. Does that sound okay?”Mike could only nod. He suddenly thought, “She sure is forward, for a southern gal.”Sara was from Georgia, and a peach would blush in shame at her beauty. Mike began to feel a little like a puppy on a leash as Sara took charge, driving them to the airport, getting tickets, guiding them through security and finally getting them settled in their plane after a short wait.She was quiet when the situation didn’t require speech, but she could sure talk, when warranted. A few words into the start of a discussion about the property and Mike snapped out of his funk and began to participate in life once again. He’d caught enough of the first few words of her sentence to be able to form a reply.“I’m not sure I want to go into full detail, just yet, about why I want the property.”“Well, that’s pretty obvious, unless you were misleading in your ad. I would not be happy if that was the case.”Mike wanted to say he would do anything to make her happy, but managed to get out, “Well, I suppose it is pretty clear cut. I want to form what is sometimes referred to as an intentional community, only on a tighter scale, if you will. A single large compound comprising an essentially self-sufficient village.”“From what you had said about the property, that’s about what I expected. More than a survivalists’ compound, but similar. That’s why I am interested. I don’t use the term survivalist much, since it has such bad connotations due to the mass media. I am a prepper from way back, and this could be a good opportunity to get in on the ground floor of a real retreat. Will the participants have more input than just that list of requirements?”As much as he wanted to please, he wasn’t going to lie about anything. “No. Not really.”“If you charged each person a subscription fee, and let them…”It was getting easier to not please Sara. “No. I want full control of everything. The individuals have every right to be there or not be there. I’ll be open about things, but it’s my way or the highway.”“I see,” Sara said thoughtfully. She fell silent and seemed to be thinking about things.Mike stayed silent as well as they flew south at thirty-eight thousand feet.After a long while Sara spoke again. “I think after we look at the property and I give you my opinion of the purchase, you’d better look for a different attorney. You can rest assured that I will give an honest evaluation about the property.”“Okay.” Mike felt like his heart was breaking. But he’d get over it. This was too important. It was part of his sister’s legacy.They changed planes in Kansas City and took a regional line to Springfield, Missouri. From there it was by automobile. Sara was still in charge, making all the arrangements. She drove the rental, relying on the information in the packet that Mike had given to her about the property.It was late in the day when they reached the site. It was right on the border with Arkansas. Sara had no trouble in the Jeep Wagoneer getting to the property. A logging road stopped at the edge of the property line, according to the information they had.There was a distinct difference in the look of the trees. The trees along both sides of the logging road were significantly smaller, for the most part, than those in the property. It seemed apparent that the property had not been logged as recently as the rest of the area.“You’re going to need a new standard survey. The packet has aerial photographs, and a topographic map,” Sara said to him as they walked around the property for a little while. By the time they got back to the Jeep it was getting dark.“I looked over the photographs and the topo map,” Mike said. “They are what made me decide to try to acquire the property.”“It does look like it would make an ideal spot for a retreat. I’m not so sure of the self-sufficiency part, however. It’s not what I would call good farm land.”“Green houses, and there are a few ten- to twenty-acre meadows that would lend themselves to grain crops. And I want a good stock of firewood. I’d clear additional fields on the flatter portions. Fence a few acres close to the building site and let the animals forge for themselves for a while until construction is complete.”“Oh. That sounds reasonable. Do you have an idea where you would build?”“Yes. But it would be easier to show you on the map.”“Oh. Okay. We’ll wait until we get back to Springfield and get some supper.”They were both quiet on the trip back, lost in their own thoughts. They checked into a motel and then went to a restaurant, Sara carrying the portfolio with the property information. Both were hungry, so they ate before Sara pulled out the map, opened it and found the piece of property. It was outlined lightly in pencil.“The land, as we saw, and is indicated on the map, is rolling ground with a couple of bluffs and steep hills. See on the map the existing meadows?”Sara nodded.“And this particular rise?”Again Sara nodded.“What I’m going to do is cut the top off that hill and put in two 250’ x 350’ two-story earth sheltered structures built around 100’ x 200’ atrium areas. One will be residences and the other will be for storage, and house the animals and support functions. Two fifty-foot earth-sheltered dome structures will house the group’s common rooms and such. A couple of smaller structures will be garages and work areas. There should be enough earth in the hill top to do the earth sheltering and to create a leveled area probably a 1000’ by 1500’, perhaps more, including the buildings.That’s about 35 of the 640 acres with the buildings taking about 5 acres with the berming.. Clear another eighty acres for crops, plus the natural meadow… No. We’ll fence the meadows for animal grazing in the summer. Clear a total of 160 acres close to the buildings and do all the farming in one area, rotating the crops as needed to keep eighty acres under cultivation, with the rest lying fallow or in green manure in rotation.Mike pointed to another area close to the hilltop he’d indicated earlier. We’ll level this area, too and make the best crop land out of it as we can by incorporating whatever we need into the ground during the process. Do green manure the first couple of years on all of it, and then start planting crops in rotation.”“Lot of terra-forming there,” Sara said. “Going to be expensive.”“I’ll have the money once the dairy operation sells. It should be enough to do what I want, get things going and keep them going for a couple of years with tenant farmers.”“Sounds like you have a specific timeframe in mind.”Mike had to be careful here. “I want it as fast as I can get it, but I have to be reasonable. I’ll be sinking my entire heritage into this, looking for a long range payoff. But look around you. There are things happening every day that could make having this place ready a real boon.”“True,” replied Sara. “If I was you, though, I’d put some of that money from the sale of the farm into something besides this little farm. Be a nice retreat, and should generate some local income, but you’re sure not going to have the lifestyle you have today. Are you sure you want to give up everything you’re giving up?”“I’m as sure as I can be.”“You’re convinced we’re going to have war, or collapse of the economy,” Sara said, studying the map.Mike was glad she wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t sure if he could have hidden the real reason if she pressed. Because he was on a timetable for something very specific. He wanted the place ready to take up residence in two years.“This would do nicely for what you want.” Sara’s words brought him out of his short reverie. “And with the detail you’ve already expounded, I guess I can see why you’d want to maintain as much control as you can. I’ve reconsidered and think I can live with that, if I’m still welcome.”Mike kept it nonchalant, with an effort. “Sure. Why not. You’re part of the official team.” He held out his hand and Sara shook it firmly. The weather that had been threatening during their trip finally broke loose. A gentle snow began to fall outside the restaurant’s windows. Mike saw it as a promise of more.
Chapter 2 and the remainder of the story will be in next weeks blog or you can find it now at
http://frc4u.org/phpbb/index.php?action=articles;sa=view;article=48
Make Your own Barometer!
What is air pressure? Did you know you can make something that will measure air pressure? You can actually do a bit of weather predicting from a simple made-at-home piece of equipment.
What do I Need?
An empty coffee can
A large balloon
A large rubber band, one that will fit snugly around the coffee can
A pin
Glue
Straw
Paper
What Do I Do?
First, as an experiment, blow up the balloon. Think about how the more air there is in the balloon, the more pressure it exerts outward. This is what makes the balloon bigger as you blow it up.
Cut a large piece of the balloon and stretch it over the coffee can. Hole the balloon in place with a rubber band stretched around the can, over the balloon. Make sure there is a tight seal around the rubber band. Any air leaks around the piece of balloon will affect how well your barometer will work.
Use a little glue (not hot melt) and attach the straw to the piece of balloon over the can. Then use a little more glue and attach the pin to the other end of the straw (see diagram.)Take a piece of paper and place some regularly spaced lines on it.
Set up the can and paper as shown in the diagram. Outside will work better than inside.
Using Your Barometer
Make several daily recording for about a week. Make notes about the weather when you take the readings. What do you notice about the readings and the weather? Compare the readings of the barometer outside with those of a barometer inside.
How Does It Work?
When air pressure increases, it exerts more pressure on the balloon, pushing it down and the pin upwards on the scale. When the air pressure decreases, the pressure lessens on the balloon and a lower reading is recorded.
In general, low air pressure means rainy or cloudy weather. When the barometer drops, a storm may be approaching. High air pressure usually indicates clear weather.
ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
A barometer is a relatively simple instrument that measures the pressure of surrounding air (atmospheric pressure).
BACKGROUND INFORMATION:
"Atmospheric pressure" is measured in terms of large--as large as 2.5 million square kilometres high pressure or low pressure areas. In a high pressure area (air molecules are closer together), the air in the atmosphere is heavy and therefore falling gently. This produces clear skies and fair weather. By contrast, the air in a low pressure area (air molecules are further apart) is gently rising. As it rises, the air cools. Water vapour condenses into tiny water droplets around microscopic particles floating in the air, and clouds result. If more and more water vapour continues to condense, it will eventually rain or snow.
In the homemade barometer, air pressure forces water up the neck of the bottle. The further up into the bottle that the water moves, the higher the air pressure and the drier the weather. The homemade barometer can be sensitive to the immediate air temperature and other conditions and, therefore, may not always correspond to official atmospheric pressure readings.
Brazil’s leader blames white people for crisis
By Jonathan Wheatley in São Paulo and agencies
Published: March 27 2009 00:27
Brazil’s President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva on Thursday blamed the global economic crisis on “white people with blue eyes” and said it was wrong that black and indigenous people should pay for white people’s mistakes.
Speaking in Brasília at a joint press conference with Gordon Brown, the UK prime minister, Mr Lula da Silva told reporters: “This crisis was caused by the irrational behaviour of white people with blue eyes, who before the crisis appeared to know everything and now demonstrate that they know nothing.”
He added: “I do not know any black or indigenous bankers so I can only say [it is wrong] that this part of mankind which is victimised more than any other should pay for the crisis.”
Mr Brown appeared to distance himself from Mr Lula da Silva’s remarks. “I’m not going to attribute blame to any individuals,” he said.
Mr Brown was visiting Brazil as part of a five-day tour of Europe, the US and South America in preparation for the G20 summit to take place in London next Thursday. He made a joint appeal with Mr Lula da Silva for the world’s biggest economies to provide $100bn to boost global trade.
“I’m going to ask the G20 summit next week to support a global expansion of trade finance to reverse a slide in world trade,” Mr Brown said.
Mr Lula da Silva also spoke out strongly against raising trade barriers in response to the global crisis. “I compare protectionism to a drug,” he said. “Why do people use drugs? Because they are in crisis and they think the drug will help them. But its effects pass quickly.”
The two leaders’ remarks demonstrate the desire each will have to secure the other’s support during the G20 meeting.
Brazil – which has long campaigned unsuccessfully to be given a permanent seat on the United Nations Security Council – will argue for a bigger voice for Brazil and other emerging nations in multilateral organisations such as the International Monetary Fund and the Financial Stability Forum, a group of central banks and national supervisory authorities established in 1999.
Brazil is one of many nations calling for increased regulation of global financial markets and greater powers for multilateral regulators.
It will also call for a resumption and conclusion of the Doha round of talks at the World Trade Organisation.
In return for supporting such initiatives, Mr Brown will expect Brazil to endorse calls for fiscal stimulus in a bid to mitigate the impact of the global crisis, such as the proposed $100bn in trade finance.
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/ae4957e8-1a5f-11de-9f91-0000779fd2ac.html
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