| Once upon a time... |
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| thousands of years ago... |
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| wild apples were small and hard,
with no hint of sweetness. |
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| They were just one sort of fruit
growing on trees. |
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| But after all those years,
and countless trials and errors... |
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| people gradually learned
to cultivate sweet ones. |
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| And then about 100 years ago,
apples were imported to Japan. |
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| They were cultivated across Japan
almost straightaway. |
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| But people weren't the only ones
who welcomed this sweet fruit. |
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| Apple trees were infested with insects |
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| and eventually most farmers
stopped growing them. |
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| Despite all that... |
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| here in Aomori Prefecture,
we never gave up on apples. |
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| And that's the spirit of Tsugaru! |
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| That's what my Ethics teacher
taught me in grade school. |
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| But even after a hundred years,
growing apples remains difficult. |
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| Many farmers have quit along the way. |
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| FRUITS OF FAITH |
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| Tsugaru, Aomori ~ Spring of 1953 |
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| Stop it, Akinori! |
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| Mikami Akinori. |
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