December 29, 2020 • 19 mins
This is the story of my attempt at Shimla’s literal rite of passage: a sprint through a local train tunnel. And, I’ll introduce you to the young people behind the world’s largest march for climate action.
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Speaker 1 (00:08):
Today's stories about flags, benches and growing up. It's also
about me your host an pump Care, but mostly it's
about making you smile. Welcome to an pump Cares, Chapter seventeen,
Dunnal Vision. There's a famous route from Shimla to another
(00:40):
town called Kalka. The trip is just about sixty miles
through the Hammalan foothills, and along that route there are
almost ridges and just as many sharp twists and turns.
It's a beautiful train ride. From the window you see
the lush, sweeping hills the region is famous for, or
the greenery of the countryside. That is, when the train
(01:03):
is not going through a tunnel. Along this five and
a half hour ride, there are also hundred and three tunnels.
My family's houses in Shimla was a short walk to
the hundred and third tunnel. The tunnel itself is not
very wide, only the trains that operate on these tracks
(01:23):
are narrower than most. The space between the rails is
only two ft that's half the distance of a standard
gage track, but aside from the tunnel's width, it looks
fairly standard. The tunnel's mouth is made of brick coated
with faded green paint. The number hundred and three is
painted proudly over it in black letters. Above the tunnel
(01:47):
is a bustling street where pedestrian, cyclists, cars and trucks
rumble by. But this isn't just any tunnel. This tunnel
is right of passage. This tunnel is where children become adults.
In my neighborhood, if you were ready for adulthood, you
(02:09):
had to run through tunnel and three to make it official.
The ceremony was overseen by the last batch of kids
to make it through, and those so called adults would
split off in two groups, one on each side of
the tunnel. One group made sure you went in, the
other confirmed it if you made it across. If you did,
in fact reach the other side, you were handed a
(02:32):
small flag, a symbol of your adulthood. But growing up
isn't easy, and appropriately this tunnel journey wasn't either. It
was a little over one mile from one side of
the tunnel to the other. But remember the tunnel is
pitch black. One misstep and you will trip over a
(02:55):
train track. Meanwhile, cars and trucks are thundering about you
and shake the walls. Not to mention, of course, this
is still a working train track. Any moment a train
could come lumbering through and you would have to leap
out of its part and into one of the cavities
lining the walls of the tunnel. When I was very young,
(03:18):
I used to go to the tunnel and watch the
aspiring adults were almost always boys, probably because girls don't
need such a silly confirmation to enter adulthood. I would
situate myself on the adulthood side of the tunnel, where
you can see just a pin prick of light. From
the other side. I could hear the chairs echo as
(03:39):
the boy would start his journey, and my stomach would
turn in anticipation. Would he do it? Would he make it?
Sometimes he would, and after a few long minutes I
would see this shape running towards me, getting closer and closer,
until yes, he had done it. When the boys crossed over,
(04:02):
they did look older somehow, and wiser. They stood a
little taller, like they had earned the right too. As
the year passed, I grew into that ripe preteen age
where you think you know everything. J and I would
stroll down mall road, strutting like peacocks with our chest
(04:25):
puffed up, seeing us walking around like that. The older
boys would say, so you think you're a big shot,
prove it across the tunnel. For a while, I would
just laugh it off, because, to tell you the truth,
I was scared, scared of the darkness and the embarrassment
if I couldn't make it to the other side. But
(04:48):
after I had my first kiss, I thought I was
man enough. So the next time I saw one of
the older chaps, I told him I was ready. As
we walked towards the tunnel, boys from the Shimla joined
our procession, and by the time we got to the
start of the tunnel, it seemed like the whole neighborhood
(05:09):
was behind me. As we approached, I began to get nervous,
so I talked to myself. I remindered myself, I had
waited eight long months for my first kiss. That was
a test. What's one my long jog. I approached the
(05:30):
mouth of the tunnel and peered inside and found myself
staring into the straight darkness. All of a sudden, this
felt like a much more ambitious journey. But behind me,
the boy started cheering bit too, bit too, bit too,
(05:50):
come on, bit too, So I took one step backwards
to wind myself up, and then launched myself into the abyss.
It was even worse than I imagine. I started at
a full outsprint. I looked down and watched as my
feet disappeared into the darkness. After fifteen paces, I fell.
(06:17):
I sat still for a moment, waiting for my eyes
to adjust to the dark, but they didn't. Then I
got up and I decided it would be better to
walk bok as if I didn't run the whole way.
Adulthood was about daring to be different, so that's what
(06:37):
I would do. But walking was even harder. The slower
I moved, the more off balance I felt. So I
started running again, and after another fifty paces, I fell again.
This time, as I started to get up, I felt
the tunnel shake. I scrambled to the side of the
tracks and laid my back flat against the wall. I
(06:57):
held my breath. I prayed reinish anser keep baking with
them comportunately before, but no train came. The shaking I
felt must have been caused by a truck passing about.
I peeled myself off the side of the wall and
stood in the middle of the tracks, realizing that I
(07:22):
had misjudged a truck for a train. Made me feel
silly and defeated. I could see the light at the
other end of the tunnel, but I didn't think I
could reach it. It's funny how when you are stuck
in the middle of a journey, going backwards can seem
easier than pushing forward. I turned around and ran to
(07:45):
the start, stumbling all along the way. When I exited
the tunnel, still officially a child, I hung my head
in embarrassment. The humiliation hurt for a while. I avoid it,
passing by Tunnel hundred and three at all carts, But
(08:05):
a few years later, after bulking up on some milk
and almonds, I decided to give it another shot. I
was fifteen now, after all. As I approached the tunnel,
I started getting nervous, feeling the shame of my first attempt.
I wasn't sure if I would go through with it.
(08:27):
Then a fellow recently crossed the tunnel walked up to
me and said, just focus on the light at the
end of the tunnel. You will want to look down,
but if you do that, you are finished. If you
keep looking at the light, you will make it through.
I took a deep breath then took off. As I ran,
(08:53):
I kept my eyes fixed on the bit of light
before me. I felt my feet catch on pieces of
the rail, but I kept moving forward. I tried to
keep my strike the same length to avoid the gaps
in the track. I heard noises echo all around me.
The tunnel was shaking on all sides, the walls, the ceiling,
(09:15):
the ground itself shook, but I kept my guest straight hired.
And then the light grew bigger and bigger, and then
my feet stopped. I had done it, had done it.
(09:37):
I couldn't believe I had made it to the other side.
A fellow adult handed me my flag. I was officially
a grown up, so obviously this journey did not and
(10:00):
night in me as to what it means to be
an adult. It did not teach me how to negotiate
a race or file my texas. As you know, I
still had a lot of growing up to do. I'm
sure I was technically a little older than I was
when I had started running, but not by much. That said,
(10:22):
I do think I left the tunnel a little wiser
that day. The expression there is a light at the
end of the tunnel has become an important one in
my life. It is comfort that can and should be
felt in knowing that every dark night has a dawn.
But this experience taught me more than that. The lesson
(10:42):
wasn't just that darkness always has an end, but rather
that focusing on the light is how you get through.
(11:04):
Recently I learned of another story about children marching towards adulthood,
but their track was not a rite of passage. Instead,
these young people have been marching for their right to
live on a healthy planet. On September nine, over four
million people marched to demand climate activism, and most of
(11:26):
them virtue. I will start this story by introducing you
to Alexandria via Senor. In two thousands eighteen, Alexandria and
her mother were visiting family in northern California when the
Paradise wildfire broke out. State of emergency in California has
(11:48):
generally fires explode at the fire destructive products. Alexandria was
many many miles away from the town of Paradise, but
she was still affected. Although her family stuffed towels under
(12:09):
the doors to try to keep the smoke from pouring
in the house, she had an esthima flare up and
she had to end her trip early and go back
to New York. Even before the fires, Alexandria had noticed
the world around her was changing. In California, she had
seen fish flopping on land as part of falsome lake
(12:30):
dried up. What was happening to her beloved state, She
was determined to learn more. Once back in New York,
Alexandria did some research on how the Paradise fires started.
She learned the fires were ultimately attributed to climate change.
As she dug deeper into her research, she stumbled across
(12:52):
a speech made by young Swedish climate activist Grita Tunberg
on climate justice. You only speak of a green eternal
economic growth because you're just scared of being unpopular. Alexandria
was inspired and realized that she too, needed to take action.
(13:13):
Alexandria and Gretta Thunberg are two of many youth leaders
in the climate justice movement. But these activists are faced
with a problem. They're not old enough to vote, and
yet their generation is going to be more affected by
climate change than their older, voting eligible peers. So without
the option toward, these young activists have to make their
voices heard in other ways. On Friday, December two, eighteen,
(13:39):
at age thirteen, Alexandria skipp school, but she wasn't exactly
playing cookie. She got up, grabbed her homemade school strike
for Climate Change sign, and hopped on the subway. She
wanted to be thick of it. She wanted to grab
the attention of world leaders who could make big decisions
about climate change, so she took the train to the
(14:03):
United Nations headquarters in Manhattan. She confidently strode to the
entrance and took his seat on the front steps. A
security guard gently told her that she couldn't park herself
on the steps, but there was a nearby bench right
outside of the building where she could sit. That bench
(14:26):
became Alexandria's headquarters. After the first Friday, she protested every
Friday for sixty five consecutive weeks. But it wasn't easy.
Anyone who has spent time in New York knows that
the weather can be miserable, and yet every Friday, Alexandria
took her place rain or shine, And when New York
(14:46):
went to the Polar Votex, she huddled inside a subzero
sleeping bag. She told reporters at the Nation, it's important
to take action now, because we don't have time left.
By the time the youth are in position of power,
it will be too late to reverse climate change. We
have to force politicians to start acting. Why go to
(15:09):
school if we won't have a future. It wasn't long
before people took note. In two thousand nineteen, she was
honored with the Traybacka Film Festival's disrupt Her Award. She
was even paid a visit by her early idol, Creta.
Thunberg had been planning to visit to America, and in
order to get there, she sailed across the Atlantic to
(15:30):
avoid participation in the carbon emission produced by planes. When
Thunberg arrived in New York, she visited Alexandria on her
bench and protested with her But this was just the
start of her advocacy. At age fourteen, she helped organize
the first ever series of global climate strikes starting in
(15:53):
March two thousand nineteen. The strikes were organized to unite
young voices around the world. The corner stone event of
the series was a strike in September two nine, which
was scheduled to coincide with the start of the Human
Climate Change Summit. According to walks. During the week of
the summit, there were over two thousand five events scheduled
(16:14):
in over hundred and sixty three countries on all seven continents.
This was likely the largest protest for climate justice in history,
and now the world was watching used to be a
contained climate protest by Parliament used by social media. During
the UN Summit, Alexandria, Greta Tooonberg, and fourteen other young
(16:38):
activists from all over the world filed a complaint against
five countries with high levels of carbon pollution. The complaints
states that by contributing to climate change, these countries are
violating young people's right to life. As Alexandria told reporters,
I have noticed that people really listened to young people.
(16:59):
Young people haven't had their minds made up about how
this world works, and we still think that anything can
be possible could be. In the last few years, Alexandria
has become a role model to many young activists and
to keep growing the climate justice movement, she founded her
own organization, Earth Uprising for young activists to organize and
(17:24):
strike for climate change. So Alexandria, via Senor, will continue
to focus on the light at the end of the
tunnel and keep marching for a brighter future the way
I hope we all will. That's it for today's episode.
I'm an openm care, Be kind to yourself and thank
(17:45):
you for listening. Opum Cares is a production of I Heartread.
I'm Your Host, am Care. Our executive producer Is Mangis,
(18:06):
Senior producer Julian Weller, Associate producer Morgan Lavoy. Sound design
and mixing by Julian Weller and Dan Pauza. Music by
Aaron Kaufman. Production support from Emily Maronof and Mary Duke.
Writing by Lucas Riley, Matt Riddle, Margon Lavoy and Julian Weller.
(18:30):
Lucas Riley and Matt Riddle are our story editors. Thanks
to Seeking Paru, Herman, Desuza, godwy Amana, Sidium Studios, Cornel
Byrne and Pop Pittman. The Words of the Tunnel, I
(18:57):
used to do that as a kid. Yea
Today's stories about flags, benches and growing up. It's also
about me your host an pump Care, but mostly it's
about making you smile. Welcome to an pump Cares, Chapter seventeen,
Dunnal Vision. There's a famous route from Shimla to another
(00:40):
town called Kalka. The trip is just about sixty miles
through the Hammalan foothills, and along that route there are
almost ridges and just as many sharp twists and turns.
It's a beautiful train ride. From the window you see
the lush, sweeping hills the region is famous for, or
the greenery of the countryside. That is, when the train
(01:03):
is not going through a tunnel. Along this five and
a half hour ride, there are also hundred and three tunnels.
My family's houses in Shimla was a short walk to
the hundred and third tunnel. The tunnel itself is not
very wide, only the trains that operate on these tracks
(01:23):
are narrower than most. The space between the rails is
only two ft that's half the distance of a standard
gage track, but aside from the tunnel's width, it looks
fairly standard. The tunnel's mouth is made of brick coated
with faded green paint. The number hundred and three is
painted proudly over it in black letters. Above the tunnel
(01:47):
is a bustling street where pedestrian, cyclists, cars and trucks
rumble by. But this isn't just any tunnel. This tunnel
is right of passage. This tunnel is where children become adults.
In my neighborhood, if you were ready for adulthood, you
(02:09):
had to run through tunnel and three to make it official.
The ceremony was overseen by the last batch of kids
to make it through, and those so called adults would
split off in two groups, one on each side of
the tunnel. One group made sure you went in, the
other confirmed it if you made it across. If you did,
in fact reach the other side, you were handed a
(02:32):
small flag, a symbol of your adulthood. But growing up
isn't easy, and appropriately this tunnel journey wasn't either. It
was a little over one mile from one side of
the tunnel to the other. But remember the tunnel is
pitch black. One misstep and you will trip over a
(02:55):
train track. Meanwhile, cars and trucks are thundering about you
and shake the walls. Not to mention, of course, this
is still a working train track. Any moment a train
could come lumbering through and you would have to leap
out of its part and into one of the cavities
lining the walls of the tunnel. When I was very young,
(03:18):
I used to go to the tunnel and watch the
aspiring adults were almost always boys, probably because girls don't
need such a silly confirmation to enter adulthood. I would
situate myself on the adulthood side of the tunnel, where
you can see just a pin prick of light. From
the other side. I could hear the chairs echo as
(03:39):
the boy would start his journey, and my stomach would
turn in anticipation. Would he do it? Would he make it?
Sometimes he would, and after a few long minutes I
would see this shape running towards me, getting closer and closer,
until yes, he had done it. When the boys crossed over,
(04:02):
they did look older somehow, and wiser. They stood a
little taller, like they had earned the right too. As
the year passed, I grew into that ripe preteen age
where you think you know everything. J and I would
stroll down mall road, strutting like peacocks with our chest
(04:25):
puffed up, seeing us walking around like that. The older
boys would say, so you think you're a big shot,
prove it across the tunnel. For a while, I would
just laugh it off, because, to tell you the truth,
I was scared, scared of the darkness and the embarrassment
if I couldn't make it to the other side. But
(04:48):
after I had my first kiss, I thought I was
man enough. So the next time I saw one of
the older chaps, I told him I was ready. As
we walked towards the tunnel, boys from the Shimla joined
our procession, and by the time we got to the
start of the tunnel, it seemed like the whole neighborhood
(05:09):
was behind me. As we approached, I began to get nervous,
so I talked to myself. I remindered myself, I had
waited eight long months for my first kiss. That was
a test. What's one my long jog. I approached the
(05:30):
mouth of the tunnel and peered inside and found myself
staring into the straight darkness. All of a sudden, this
felt like a much more ambitious journey. But behind me,
the boy started cheering bit too, bit too, bit too,
(05:50):
come on, bit too, So I took one step backwards
to wind myself up, and then launched myself into the abyss.
It was even worse than I imagine. I started at
a full outsprint. I looked down and watched as my
feet disappeared into the darkness. After fifteen paces, I fell.
(06:17):
I sat still for a moment, waiting for my eyes
to adjust to the dark, but they didn't. Then I
got up and I decided it would be better to
walk bok as if I didn't run the whole way.
Adulthood was about daring to be different, so that's what
(06:37):
I would do. But walking was even harder. The slower
I moved, the more off balance I felt. So I
started running again, and after another fifty paces, I fell again.
This time, as I started to get up, I felt
the tunnel shake. I scrambled to the side of the
tracks and laid my back flat against the wall. I
(06:57):
held my breath. I prayed reinish anser keep baking with
them comportunately before, but no train came. The shaking I
felt must have been caused by a truck passing about.
I peeled myself off the side of the wall and
stood in the middle of the tracks, realizing that I
(07:22):
had misjudged a truck for a train. Made me feel
silly and defeated. I could see the light at the
other end of the tunnel, but I didn't think I
could reach it. It's funny how when you are stuck
in the middle of a journey, going backwards can seem
easier than pushing forward. I turned around and ran to
(07:45):
the start, stumbling all along the way. When I exited
the tunnel, still officially a child, I hung my head
in embarrassment. The humiliation hurt for a while. I avoid it,
passing by Tunnel hundred and three at all carts, But
(08:05):
a few years later, after bulking up on some milk
and almonds, I decided to give it another shot. I
was fifteen now, after all. As I approached the tunnel,
I started getting nervous, feeling the shame of my first attempt.
I wasn't sure if I would go through with it.
(08:27):
Then a fellow recently crossed the tunnel walked up to
me and said, just focus on the light at the
end of the tunnel. You will want to look down,
but if you do that, you are finished. If you
keep looking at the light, you will make it through.
I took a deep breath then took off. As I ran,
(08:53):
I kept my eyes fixed on the bit of light
before me. I felt my feet catch on pieces of
the rail, but I kept moving forward. I tried to
keep my strike the same length to avoid the gaps
in the track. I heard noises echo all around me.
The tunnel was shaking on all sides, the walls, the ceiling,
(09:15):
the ground itself shook, but I kept my guest straight hired.
And then the light grew bigger and bigger, and then
my feet stopped. I had done it, had done it.
(09:37):
I couldn't believe I had made it to the other side.
A fellow adult handed me my flag. I was officially
a grown up, so obviously this journey did not and
(10:00):
night in me as to what it means to be
an adult. It did not teach me how to negotiate
a race or file my texas. As you know, I
still had a lot of growing up to do. I'm
sure I was technically a little older than I was
when I had started running, but not by much. That said,
(10:22):
I do think I left the tunnel a little wiser
that day. The expression there is a light at the
end of the tunnel has become an important one in
my life. It is comfort that can and should be
felt in knowing that every dark night has a dawn.
But this experience taught me more than that. The lesson
(10:42):
wasn't just that darkness always has an end, but rather
that focusing on the light is how you get through.
(11:04):
Recently I learned of another story about children marching towards adulthood,
but their track was not a rite of passage. Instead,
these young people have been marching for their right to
live on a healthy planet. On September nine, over four
million people marched to demand climate activism, and most of
(11:26):
them virtue. I will start this story by introducing you
to Alexandria via Senor. In two thousands eighteen, Alexandria and
her mother were visiting family in northern California when the
Paradise wildfire broke out. State of emergency in California has
(11:48):
generally fires explode at the fire destructive products. Alexandria was
many many miles away from the town of Paradise, but
she was still affected. Although her family stuffed towels under
(12:09):
the doors to try to keep the smoke from pouring
in the house, she had an esthima flare up and
she had to end her trip early and go back
to New York. Even before the fires, Alexandria had noticed
the world around her was changing. In California, she had
seen fish flopping on land as part of falsome lake
(12:30):
dried up. What was happening to her beloved state, She
was determined to learn more. Once back in New York,
Alexandria did some research on how the Paradise fires started.
She learned the fires were ultimately attributed to climate change.
As she dug deeper into her research, she stumbled across
(12:52):
a speech made by young Swedish climate activist Grita Tunberg
on climate justice. You only speak of a green eternal
economic growth because you're just scared of being unpopular. Alexandria
was inspired and realized that she too, needed to take action.
(13:13):
Alexandria and Gretta Thunberg are two of many youth leaders
in the climate justice movement. But these activists are faced
with a problem. They're not old enough to vote, and
yet their generation is going to be more affected by
climate change than their older, voting eligible peers. So without
the option toward, these young activists have to make their
voices heard in other ways. On Friday, December two, eighteen,
(13:39):
at age thirteen, Alexandria skipp school, but she wasn't exactly
playing cookie. She got up, grabbed her homemade school strike
for Climate Change sign, and hopped on the subway. She
wanted to be thick of it. She wanted to grab
the attention of world leaders who could make big decisions
about climate change, so she took the train to the
(14:03):
United Nations headquarters in Manhattan. She confidently strode to the
entrance and took his seat on the front steps. A
security guard gently told her that she couldn't park herself
on the steps, but there was a nearby bench right
outside of the building where she could sit. That bench
(14:26):
became Alexandria's headquarters. After the first Friday, she protested every
Friday for sixty five consecutive weeks. But it wasn't easy.
Anyone who has spent time in New York knows that
the weather can be miserable, and yet every Friday, Alexandria
took her place rain or shine, And when New York
(14:46):
went to the Polar Votex, she huddled inside a subzero
sleeping bag. She told reporters at the Nation, it's important
to take action now, because we don't have time left.
By the time the youth are in position of power,
it will be too late to reverse climate change. We
have to force politicians to start acting. Why go to
(15:09):
school if we won't have a future. It wasn't long
before people took note. In two thousand nineteen, she was
honored with the Traybacka Film Festival's disrupt Her Award. She
was even paid a visit by her early idol, Creta.
Thunberg had been planning to visit to America, and in
order to get there, she sailed across the Atlantic to
(15:30):
avoid participation in the carbon emission produced by planes. When
Thunberg arrived in New York, she visited Alexandria on her
bench and protested with her But this was just the
start of her advocacy. At age fourteen, she helped organize
the first ever series of global climate strikes starting in
(15:53):
March two thousand nineteen. The strikes were organized to unite
young voices around the world. The corner stone event of
the series was a strike in September two nine, which
was scheduled to coincide with the start of the Human
Climate Change Summit. According to walks. During the week of
the summit, there were over two thousand five events scheduled
(16:14):
in over hundred and sixty three countries on all seven continents.
This was likely the largest protest for climate justice in history,
and now the world was watching used to be a
contained climate protest by Parliament used by social media. During
the UN Summit, Alexandria, Greta Tooonberg, and fourteen other young
(16:38):
activists from all over the world filed a complaint against
five countries with high levels of carbon pollution. The complaints
states that by contributing to climate change, these countries are
violating young people's right to life. As Alexandria told reporters,
I have noticed that people really listened to young people.
(16:59):
Young people haven't had their minds made up about how
this world works, and we still think that anything can
be possible could be. In the last few years, Alexandria
has become a role model to many young activists and
to keep growing the climate justice movement, she founded her
own organization, Earth Uprising for young activists to organize and
(17:24):
strike for climate change. So Alexandria, via Senor, will continue
to focus on the light at the end of the
tunnel and keep marching for a brighter future the way
I hope we all will. That's it for today's episode.
I'm an openm care, Be kind to yourself and thank
(17:45):
you for listening. Opum Cares is a production of I Heartread.
I'm Your Host, am Care. Our executive producer Is Mangis,
(18:06):
Senior producer Julian Weller, Associate producer Morgan Lavoy. Sound design
and mixing by Julian Weller and Dan Pauza. Music by
Aaron Kaufman. Production support from Emily Maronof and Mary Duke.
Writing by Lucas Riley, Matt Riddle, Margon Lavoy and Julian Weller.
(18:30):
Lucas Riley and Matt Riddle are our story editors. Thanks
to Seeking Paru, Herman, Desuza, godwy Amana, Sidium Studios, Cornel
Byrne and Pop Pittman. The Words of the Tunnel, I
(18:57):
used to do that as a kid. Yea
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Does hearing about a true crime case always leave you scouring the internet for the truth behind the story? Dive into your next mystery with Crime Junkie. Every Monday, join your host Ashley Flowers as she unravels all the details of infamous and underreported true crime cases with her best friend Brit Prawat. From cold cases to missing persons and heroes in our community who seek justice, Crime Junkie is your destination for theories and stories you won’t hear anywhere else. Whether you're a seasoned true crime enthusiast or new to the genre, you'll find yourself on the edge of your seat awaiting a new episode every Monday. If you can never get enough true crime... Congratulations, you’ve found your people. Follow to join a community of Crime Junkies! Crime Junkie is presented by audiochuck Media Company.
Ridiculous History
History is beautiful, brutal and, often, ridiculous. Join Ben Bowlin and Noel Brown as they dive into some of the weirdest stories from across the span of human civilization in Ridiculous History, a podcast by iHeartRadio.