What you see here is a highly secured vault in a remote area of the Arctic.
But what’s protected inside is more important than a few hundred kilos of gold bars.
So what's inside?
Over 1 million seed samples from around the world.
A thread on the Svalbard Global Seed Vault:
The Svalbard Global Seed Vault was built in 2008 in the Norwegian archipelago of Svalbard -- only 650 miles from the North Pole.
In fact, Svalbard is the northernmost year-round settlement on the planet, with 2,200 people living there 365 days per year.
The Norwegian Government funded the construction of the vault in 2008 with $8.8m.
Its purpose?
To safely store seed duplicates from around the world in the event that genebanks are destroyed by farm mismanagement, accidents, equipment malfunctions...or worse:
Doomsday.
In short, the vault is the ‘the ultimate insurance policy for the world’s food supply’.
But why do we need to 'back up' our seeds?
Well, the loss of a crop variety - be it by natural disaster or an atomic bomb - is as ‘irreversible as the extinction of a dinosaur.'
So in the event a critical seed responsible for feeding hundreds of millions of people were to be destroyed, there'd - in principle - be a back-up stored at Svalbard.
The seeds are stored 100 meters into a mountain at a freezing -18°C/0.4°F.
There are currently 1,081,026 samples stored there, with a capacity to store 4.5 million samples (or 2.5 billion seeds) in total.
The seeds at Svalbard represent 13,000 years of agricultural history.
While this may all seem...silly, consider these figures:
-Only about 30 crops provide 95% of food-energy needs
-The US has lost 90% of its fruit and vegetable varieties since the 1900s
As such, a lack of biodiversity in crops make them (and us!) far more vulnerable.
The vault is operated today by the Crop Trust, a non-profit based in Germany.
Their mission?
‘We race to rescue crop diversity in danger of disappearing forever.’
But the seeds at Svalbard aren't just an insurance policy. They're a statement.
Crop Trust’s Brian Lainoff:
“The seeds don’t care that there are North Korean seeds and South Korean seeds in the same aisle. They are cold and safe up there, and that’s all that really matters.”
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Every face on a US dollar bill has always been that of a dead guy.
Well...
Except one.
His name was Spencer M. Clark, and you'll hardly believe what he pulled off to get his own damn face on the five-cent bill back in 1866.
The story:
We start five years prior...
In 1861.
The American Civil War has begun and Americans - confused, scared, and anxious about the future - begin looking at ways to protect themselves amid the frightening uncertainty.
And where do we flock when we see doom looming upon us?
Gold.
But back in 1861, Americans aren't rocking up to bullion shops and strolling home with 1 KG bars or logging into their Robinhood accounts to buy Gold ETFs in order to get their fill.
It's 1945, and perhaps the most talented high school baseball team in all of Arizona isn't allowed to compete for the state championship.
Why, you ask?
Because all of the students are detained.
Behind barbed wire.
A story:
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A story that starts on December 7, 1941...
In the small farming town of Guadalupe, California.
$2.
That's how much Kameo Furukawa makes per box of artichokes he sells, made possible by plucking them tirelessly day-in and day-out under the scorching California sun.
Kameo has a family of six to feed, after all, and as a Japanese immigrant in the US, nothing comes easy.
Between 2010 and 2013, Vijai Maheshwari routinely found himself on a plane between Kyiv and New York, smuggling something VERY valuable inside his luggage.
And no, it wasn't drugs.
It wasn't weapons, either.
Instead?
It was "Virgin Russian Hair".
The hard-to-believe story:
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An experience that starts in 2010...
In the Ukrainian capital of Kyiv.
Vijai is having - in his own words - a midlife crisis.
For starters, he's single and quickly approaching the ever-dreaded age of 40.
To make matters worse?
'B.East' - the magazine he edits - has just collapsed, so Vijai finds himself unemployed.
The eight-story, 11,000-ton tower that rotated 90° in 1930...
Without anyone inside feeling a damn thing?
The full story, below:
It's 1929 in Indianapolis, and the Indiana Bell Telephone Company has just bought the Central Union Telephone Company Building where they'll host their new headquarters.
The only problem?
The new building isn't big enough to accommodate all of their staff.
So?
The good folks at Indiana Bell plan to demolish the existing structure and re-build a BIGGER one on the plot, even if it means interrupting work flow for months and months on end.
In 1725, Louis Congo - while enslaved - made the most important deal of his life:
He bargained for his freedom.
The catch?
As a free man, he'd be forced to take on a job no one else could possibly withstand...
A job full of punishment, of blood...
And of death.
A story:
Before we start, a quick thank you to Crystal Ponti who uncovered this gruesome piece of history first for Narratively...
A piece of history that starts on a gray and gloomy April day in 1721...
In the French Louisianan capital of New Biloxi.
It's on this particular gloomy afternoon - the type of afternoon where one expects the clouds to break any moment now - that finally, in the distance, they do.
But it's not a rainstorm or even the sun peaking through the gray sky, but instead - in the distance -
But perhaps less known about Bokassa was his personal orchestra...
And the man whose live it unexpectedly changed...
Forever.
A story:
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A story that starts in the late 1960s in...well, you guessed it:
The Central African Republic.
Meet teenager Charlie Perrière.
Charlie, to put it bluntly, doesn't have it easy.
His father?
Dead.
His mother?
Raising Charlie and his ten siblings (yes, ten) alone.
That means Charlie, being the oldest in the family, is responsible for supporting them all.