Hey guys, Non here, coffee in hand. Want to hear some interesting stories?
A man called Svyatoslav has been sitting in a petrol queue in Moscow for two hours. The sign ahead of him just changed. No fuel.
So drive somewhere else, right? He cannot. He has not got enough in the tank to go looking.
That queue is in Russia. One of the largest oil exporters on this planet. And this week, Russia started importing petrol.
I want to walk you through exactly how that happens, because it is the most useful thing you will hear today. It is a lesson about systems, and you can use it on your own.
Before that: a courtroom in Hong Kong, where lighting a candle became a crime. After it: a study that says AI raised homework scores and then wrecked the exam. A village in Iraq that fixed its own electricity. And one line about a man who died in the Death Zone.
Let's go.
Hong Kong first, because the clock is running. Sentencing comes later.
On Friday a Hong Kong court found two people guilty under the national security law. One is a former lawmaker, Lee Cheuk-yan, who is sixty-nine. The other is a lawyer, Chow Hang-tung, who is forty-one. The charge was inciting others to subvert state power. They face up to ten years.
Here is what they actually did. For three decades they organised a candlelight vigil for the people killed in Tiananmen Square in 1989. That is the activity. A third defendant, the seventy-four-year-old Albert Ho, pleaded guilty back in January. All three have been in custody since 2021.
Now, the version you will see in the headlines is that this is one more crackdown. Another verdict. Hong Kong is finished, nothing new here.
Fair enough. It has been a long list of these cases, and the coverage sounds tired because it is tired.
But that framing misses the part that matters, so let me give it to you plainly. Hong Kong used to be the only place on Chinese soil where you could mourn Tiananmen in public. The vigils were banned in 2020. The official reason was Covid. They never came back. That same year, the national security law arrived.
Watch how that worked. A temporary public-health excuse became a permanent legal fact. Nobody had to pass a new ban. The emergency simply never ended, and then the law made the silence permanent.
Amnesty International says the case rests on definitions of subversion so vague and so broad that the two of them committed no recognisable crime at all. Human Rights Watch put it in one sentence: public displays of mourning have become a crime.
And here is the detail I cannot stop thinking about. When the verdict was read out, Chow Hang-tung smiled.
She is a lawyer. She told that same court in May that the law itself was the thing on trial. She has beaten them before — Hong Kong's own top court threw out an earlier conviction of hers in 2022, because the police had not done their job properly.
So that smile is not confusion. That is a person who knows which side of the record she is standing on. Ten years is a long time. The record is longer.
Now. Russia is importing petrol, and I promised to show you how.
Start with what a country actually is. It is a system, and Russia's has one enormous advantage built into the ground: oil. It is one of the world's leading exporters of crude. For a country like that to buy refined fuel from abroad is like a rice farmer buying rice. Something upstream is broken, and it is not a small break.
The BBC's Steve Rosenberg went and stood in the queues this week. He counted eighty vehicles outside one Moscow station. Eighty.
A woman called Elizaveta joined a queue at eleven at night. She reached the front at midnight. Then the station closed until two in the morning. Another driver, Lyubov, came into Moscow from the provinces and passed empty stations the entire way.
So what broke? Officials call it unscheduled repairs at oil refineries. That phrase is doing an enormous amount of work.
The repairs are unscheduled because Ukrainian drones keep scheduling them. Ukraine has been striking Russian refineries and fuel depots all summer. This is the second wave of shortages this year, and the queues are longer now than they were the first time. A Russian broadsheet said so this week, in as many words.
And notice where the break is. It is not the oil. Russia has all the oil it needs. The break is at the refinery.
Crude does not go into a fuel tank. It has to be refined first. And a refinery is a large, stationary, extremely flammable object that takes months to rebuild. So the one part of the chain that cannot be moved, hidden, or bought quickly is exactly the part being hit. That is not bad luck. That is target selection.
Now watch what the government does about it, because this is the part worth stealing.
To ease the shortage, Russia has authorised the sale of Euro-2 grade petrol. Euro-2 was banned in Russia in 2013. It can carry up to fifty times more sulphur than the modern Euro-5 standard. The government's own newspaper printed a warning that regular use damages modern engines.
Read that again. The fix for the fuel crisis is fuel that slowly destroys the cars.
That is not a solution. That is a system eating its own safety margin to make this month look survivable. And I see this move constantly in failing projects. When you cannot raise the throughput, you quietly lower the standard, and you hope nobody audits.
Somebody always audits.
Rosenberg caught the last layer perfectly. Drive around Moscow this week and you see two things. Giant billboards celebrating Russian Flag Day. And giant queues for petrol.
Patriotism up on the billboards. Sulphur down in the tank.
The people in the queue choose their words carefully. Everyone says there is a difficult situation in the country, Lyubov told him. Everyone connects this to that situation.
She never names the war. She doesn't have to.
That is why I trust queues more than speeches. A narrative can be edited. Eighty cars cannot.
Third story, and this one is for every student and every parent listening.
A study went around today with a headline that stops you: AI boosted homework scores by eighteen percent, and then exam scores dropped by twenty. Homework up. Exam down.
Let me be careful with you, because careful is the brand. What is circulating is a summary of a summary — a news site condensing The Economist condensing an academic paper. The commenters who went and found the underlying research say the real findings are more nuanced than that headline.
Good. That is how you should treat any headline with a number in it.
But the shape of the result I would bet my coffee on. Because it is not really a finding about AI. It is a finding about means and ends, and it is as old as homework itself.
Homework was never the product. Homework is the gym.
The score on the homework measures how much lifting you did. The exam measures whether the muscle exists. Hand the barbell to a machine and your logbook looks tremendous. Eighteen percent stronger. Right up until you have to lift something alone, in a closed room, and it turns out you are twenty percent weaker.
Now, someone in that thread argued that memorising things for exams is obsolete anyway. The world has moved on. And there is a real case there.
But understanding is not memorisation. And the exam was the only part of that study measuring understanding.
It goes back to the means, guys. It always goes back to the means. The result you want sits downstream of the work you do. Delegate the work and you have delegated the result too.
So here is the deal I always offer, and it works for a twelve-year-old with maths homework and a fifty-year-old with a career. Use the AI after you have tried. Not instead of trying.
Do the twenty questions yourself. Badly. Then let the machine show you what you got wrong and why. That order — attempt first, tool second — is the entire difference between plus eighteen and minus twenty.
I won't leave you hanging on this. But you have to do your own rep first.
Fourth story. Small, and the lesson is big. It comes from rural Kurdistan, in northern Iraq.
The village is called Kulak. For years, the day there ended when the generator shut down. A few hours of power, then the water pumps stop. The fridges warm up. The children put their books down.
Today Kulak runs on the sun. Panels, batteries, power around the clock. It is one of five villages in the region done this way.
And remember where we are. Iraq is one of the world's great oil producers, and its rural communities still live with daily blackouts, in summers that now push past fifty degrees. The United Nations ranks Iraq among the countries most vulnerable to climate change on Earth.
Same paradox as Moscow. Sitting on the fuel, short of the power. Opposite ending.
So why did this one work, when the graveyard of development is full of donated solar panels rusting on roofs?
Because the hardware was the easy part. The programme trains the residents to run and repair their own systems. And it treats electricity not as a gift to be received, but as an asset to be managed.
That is the whole thing right there. Cold storage means a farmer chooses when to sell the harvest, instead of dumping it at whatever price that day offers. Irrigation stops depending on diesel.
The energy transition will not be won in conference halls. It will be won, or lost, in places like Kulak.
Give people a system they own and understand, and they will keep it alive. Give them a gift and a ribbon-cutting, and come back in three years to photograph the rust.
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The last story is an obituary, and I am going to be straight with you about what I have.
The Economist ran it this week. The line I can read says this. Nirmal Purja, the Gurkha mountaineer and Netflix star, died in an avalanche on July 30th, aged forty-three. He performed, in their words, momentous feats in the Death Zone.
The full obituary is behind their paywall. So that is everything I actually know. A name, a mountain range of a phrase, an age, and an avalanche. I am not going to decorate a real man's death with details I do not have.
But sit with the idea inside that line.
The Death Zone is what climbers call the altitude where the human body cannot survive for long. Not where it is hard to survive. Where it cannot. Up there, simply existing is dying slowly.
A man made his name performing feats in that place. Whatever else his story holds, the line tells you he went back. Again and again. To the one place on Earth with no margin at all.
And most of us arrange our entire lives to do the opposite. You take the safer job. You pick the softer target. You build in the wider buffer. All of it sensible.
Yet the people we end up telling stories about are so often the ones who spent their lives where the margin ran out.
I am not telling you to climb a mountain. I am telling you because the opposite error is far more common, and nobody warns you about it. A life so well buffered that nothing in it was ever attempted at full stretch.
Forty-three years. An avalanche. And one line in The Economist that will outlast the snow.
That's the show. I'll see you in the morning.