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PM USA is more than 150 years old. The history of our company can be traced back to Philip Morris’ 1847 opening of a single shop on London’s Bond Street, selling tobacco and ready-made cigarettes. In 1960, Philip Morris was the smallest among the six major tobacco companies in the United States. By 1983, PM USA had become the largest cigarette company in the country.

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Philip Morris International Thursday reported that hefty business in the Mideast, Asia, Latin America and North Africa helped push up profits . . . Revenues were up 17 per cent at 15.6 billion dollars, mostly on business outside the US.

Philip Morris International, which produces Marlboro and other brands, disconnected from Altria two years ago, as Altria held on to the domestic US market.

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Philip Morris Inc. said yesterday that it earned 3 million, or .37 a share, in the fourth quarter, more than double the 5 million, or 85 cents a share, reported a year earlier. . . . The cigarette maker said the large gain resulted from the inclusion of the General Foods Corporation’s results. Philip Morris acquired General Foods last fall for .6 billion.

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Today’s hot internet buzz is about the 2 year old smoking a cigarette in Indonesia that was caught on video by a visiting reporter. Ardi Rizal apparently is addicted to cigarettes; his father, who gave him his first cigarette when he was 18 months old, claims the toddler throws a tantrum if they don’t comply. The Indonesian toddler smokes up to 40 cigarettes a day.

25% of Indonesian children between the ages of 3 to 15 have tried smoking. 3.2% of these are active smokers, and the trend is on the rise. 25% of boys ages 13 to 15 are addicted to smoking.

Indonesians love their cigarettes, and tobacco companies love Indonesians. They are the third largest tobacco consumer in the world. 33% of Indonesians smoke, including 63% of all males. 200,000 Indonesians die from smoking-related illnesses yearly. The economic disparity is significant in this country, with 21% of the population subsisting on less than US.25 per day. Single cigarettes can be purchased for a couple of cents, and packs are only a dollar.

In Indonesia, tobacco companies have absolutely no restrictions; they can advertise on television and on billboards.

US based Philip Morris International is one of the top tobacco sellers in Indonesia. Even though this type of advertising was banned in the United States over 30 years ago, Philip Morris still has no qualms about advertising towards kids when they can get away with it.

In the US, many are opposed to governmental regulation of business. Robert, a Chicagoan, believes that regulations restrict free trade, and the market will correct itself eventually. But without regulations, corporations answer to one call – their stockholders and their profits. Regulations are necessary to prevent business from putting profits before public safety and health. Consider BP, Johnson & Johnson, and Wall Street; consider that Philip Morris should know better than to peddle their products to little kids that don’t know any better. We can’t rely on all businesses to do the right thing.

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Tobacco and whiskey have helped build Mitch McConnell’s political career. Tobacco giants Altria Group Inc. and Reynolds American Inc. are two of Mitch McConnell’s top five career campaign PAC contributors.

Those are among the results of the Center for Public Integrity’s review of CQ MoneyLine information on McConnell’s contribution history for both campaign accounts and leadership PACs, dating back to before his first Senate campaign in 1984.

Addison Mitchell “Mitch” McConnell, 68, a former Congressional aide and Department of Justice staffer, was elected Jefferson County, Kentucky judge-executive in 1977 and again in 1981. In 1984, McConnell narrowly defeated Democratic incumbent Walter Huddleston to win a U.S. Senate seat by just a few thousand votes. McConnell won in 1990, 1996, and 2008 by narrow margins, garnering at most 55 percent of the vote; his 2002 victory was far more comfortable. Those close races required a lot of money, and McConnell has risen to the challenge, amassing more than million for his campaign committees over his career. In 1989 he established the Bluegrass Committee, a leadership PAC through which he began distributing contributions to fellow Senate Republicans and potential candidates. The PAC has distributed money to 36 of McConnell’s 40 current GOP colleagues. It’s paid off — in 2003, McConnell became the Senate Republican Whip and in 2007, his party made him Senate Minority Leader.

McConnell has strong ties to the tobacco industry and has received more money from tobacco interests than any member of Congress, according to the Center for Responsive Politics. That’s hardly a surprise, though, as Kentucky is the nation’s second-largest tobacco producer, and is tops in the production of burley tobacco, an air-dried variety used to make cigarettes.

He is also known for his opposition to campaign finance restrictions, such as the Bipartisan Campaign Reform Act of 2002. After the legislation was enacted over his filibuster attempts, McConnell sued to overturn the law, but the U.S. Supreme Court eventually upheld most of the bill’s provisions. His wife, Elaine Chao, served as secretary of labor for eight years under President George W. Bush.

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Part 7: From Kavarna to Balchik

3rd of May 2004•13:02 hours

Crossing the border went quite successful yesterday . Walking for a couple kilometres and passing four checkpoints. There was even a money exchange office, where I exploited the waiting time. As I walked further I had luck: already pretty soon a minibus basses by with destination Kavarna. The little bus is already pretty full with the local elderly and young people and the bus passes through picturesque villages with on the background the scenery of nature reserves along the coast. In Kavarna I end up on an empty dead bus station, no centre to be seen anywhere and no information with timetables of leaving buses. Also nobody speaks another language than Bulgarian and I still have to get used to the Cyrillic bookwriting and have no dictionary with me. I decide will hitch hike to Balchik. If nobody would want to pick me up, then the trip would be approximately two hours of walking, I value.

First of all itseems that I might end up walking: there is little car traffic on the main road, expensive cars tear beyond whereas the other cars are all full of people. After half an hour of walking neverthelessa car stops with a pleasantly looking older man. He brings me to the road exit of Balchik. From there it is still half an hour walking to the centre, firstly passing suburbs and then over a hillock with a breathtaking view on the black sea and white red ochre rocks. Underway I felt myself a curiosity again, as if I was walking nude. Everyone looks at to me as if they have never seen a foreigner and start talking to me. A nice man tells me that he just came back from the Netherlands to buy a second hand car. I make use of the occasion by asking him for a place to sleep. He rings right-away to friend, who lets small houses near the sea. Within some minutes I am picked up by car of a woman whom I pay 10 euro for the overnight in such a little beachhouse.

The town is pretty picturesque with its red ochre rocks, an old mosque and typical Bulgarian houses. But especially the port is really something for me, with dozens of little wooden fisher boats. The fishermen sell their freshly caught where directly on marktje to the port: small and larger glowing examples. A little further away several sea bridges are to be seen with more fishermen. On the other direction is a yacht-basin and promenade with some lost tourists like me. It is still nicely warm outside when I decide to eat some fish hours in the open air at half past 6, but I forget that the lady still has my passport and that she would bring it back at 7 o’ clock. When I return to the maisonnette there is no passport, but I am sleepy from the seabreeze and the short nights in Vama Veche, so I fall directly into a deep sleep. The next morning I wait the whole time for the owner of the maisonettes, but she does not come. I use the time with writing picture postcards. At 11 o’clock are my patience is finished and I decide to visit the ‘Quiet Nest’ castle with botanic garden, but I leave behind a note for the lady. This Dvoreca is quite impressing and I can’t stop making pictures of the scenery. When I get back return my passport is kindly dropped on my backpack so it is possible for me to delete all the emergency plans with embassies et cetera out of my head. Let’s put my backpack on the back and leave to Varna!

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Part 7: From Kavarna to Balchik

3rd of May 2004•13:02 hours

Crossing the border went quite successful yesterday . Walking for a couple kilometres and passing four checkpoints. There was even a money exchange office, where I exploited the waiting time. As I walked further I had luck: already pretty soon a minibus basses by with destination Kavarna. The little bus is already pretty full with the local elderly and young people and the bus passes through picturesque villages with on the background the scenery of nature reserves along the coast. In Kavarna I end up on an empty dead bus station, no centre to be seen anywhere and no information with timetables of leaving buses. Also nobody speaks another language than Bulgarian and I still have to get used to the Cyrillic bookwriting and have no dictionary with me. I decide will hitch hike to Balchik. If nobody would want to pick me up, then the trip would be approximately two hours of walking, I value.

First of all itseems that I might end up walking: there is little car traffic on the main road, expensive cars tear beyond whereas the other cars are all full of people. After half an hour of walking neverthelessa car stops with a pleasantly looking older man. He brings me to the road exit of Balchik. From there it is still half an hour walking to the centre, firstly passing suburbs and then over a hillock with a breathtaking view on the black sea and white red ochre rocks. Underway I felt myself a curiosity again, as if I was walking nude. Everyone looks at to me as if they have never seen a foreigner and start talking to me. A nice man tells me that he just came back from the Netherlands to buy a second hand car. I make use of the occasion by asking him for a place to sleep. He rings right-away to friend, who lets small houses near the sea. Within some minutes I am picked up by car of a woman whom I pay 10 euro for the overnight in such a little beachhouse.

The town is pretty picturesque with its red ochre rocks, an old mosque and typical Bulgarian houses. But especially the port is really something for me, with dozens of little wooden fisher boats. The fishermen sell their freshly caught where directly on marktje to the port: small and larger glowing examples. A little further away several sea bridges are to be seen with more fishermen. On the other direction is a yacht-basin and promenade with some lost tourists like me. It is still nicely warm outside when I decide to eat some fish hours in the open air at half past 6, but I forget that the lady still has my passport and that she would bring it back at 7 o’ clock. When I return to the maisonnette there is no passport, but I am sleepy from the seabreeze and the short nights in Vama Veche, so I fall directly into a deep sleep. The next morning I wait the whole time for the owner of the maisonettes, but she does not come. I use the time with writing picture postcards. At 11 o’clock are my patience is finished and I decide to visit the ‘Quiet Nest’ castle with botanic garden, but I leave behind a note for the lady. This Dvoreca is quite impressing and I can’t stop making pictures of the scenery. When I get back return my passport is kindly dropped on my backpack so it is possible for me to delete all the emergency plans with embassies et cetera out of my head. Let’s put my backpack on the back and leave to Varna!

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Part 7: From Kavarna to Balchik

3rd of May 2004•13:02 hours

Crossing the border went quite successful yesterday . Walking for a couple kilometres and passing four checkpoints. There was even a money exchange office, where I exploited the waiting time. As I walked further I had luck: already pretty soon a minibus basses by with destination Kavarna. The little bus is already pretty full with the local elderly and young people and the bus passes through picturesque villages with on the background the scenery of nature reserves along the coast. In Kavarna I end up on an empty dead bus station, no centre to be seen anywhere and no information with timetables of leaving buses. Also nobody speaks another language than Bulgarian and I still have to get used to the Cyrillic bookwriting and have no dictionary with me. I decide will hitch hike to Balchik. If nobody would want to pick me up, then the trip would be approximately two hours of walking, I value.

First of all itseems that I might end up walking: there is little car traffic on the main road, expensive cars tear beyond whereas the other cars are all full of people. After half an hour of walking neverthelessa car stops with a pleasantly looking older man. He brings me to the road exit of Balchik. From there it is still half an hour walking to the centre, firstly passing suburbs and then over a hillock with a breathtaking view on the black sea and white red ochre rocks. Underway I felt myself a curiosity again, as if I was walking nude. Everyone looks at to me as if they have never seen a foreigner and start talking to me. A nice man tells me that he just came back from the Netherlands to buy a second hand car. I make use of the occasion by asking him for a place to sleep. He rings right-away to friend, who lets small houses near the sea. Within some minutes I am picked up by car of a woman whom I pay 10 euro for the overnight in such a little beachhouse.

The town is pretty picturesque with its red ochre rocks, an old mosque and typical Bulgarian houses. But especially the port is really something for me, with dozens of little wooden fisher boats. The fishermen sell their freshly caught where directly on marktje to the port: small and larger glowing examples. A little further away several sea bridges are to be seen with more fishermen. On the other direction is a yacht-basin and promenade with some lost tourists like me. It is still nicely warm outside when I decide to eat some fish hours in the open air at half past 6, but I forget that the lady still has my passport and that she would bring it back at 7 o’ clock. When I return to the maisonnette there is no passport, but I am sleepy from the seabreeze and the short nights in Vama Veche, so I fall directly into a deep sleep. The next morning I wait the whole time for the owner of the maisonettes, but she does not come. I use the time with writing picture postcards. At 11 o’clock are my patience is finished and I decide to visit the ‘Quiet Nest’ castle with botanic garden, but I leave behind a note for the lady. This Dvoreca is quite impressing and I can’t stop making pictures of the scenery. When I get back return my passport is kindly dropped on my backpack so it is possible for me to delete all the emergency plans with embassies et cetera out of my head. Let’s put my backpack on the back and leave to Varna!

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