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for instance, often sang sushi in myanmar was one of our members, but she stepped down when she was elected to the parliament. so that's one of our, i'd say, openings to freedom. we go where we wish, we meet with whom we choose, and we say what we really believe. and we're not constrained by whether or not we'll be reelected or put back in positions of authority. so that has given us a chance to meet not only with -- [inaudible] , for instance, but we meet regularly with the leadership in the hamas. and we also go to north korea to try to bring some better resolution, relationships with north korea. i need not go down the list of things that we do, but we go where we wish. so we have an insight which we always share at the end of our sessions with leaders who are directly involved and still holding public office. and that includes the president and the secretary of state and quite often the secretary general of the united nations. i'll issue a personal report very soon after we get back from any trip which i'm involved with the elders. so all the elders have our own organizations to pursue.

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