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Katsumi Yamauchi’s strawberries didn’t look radioactive. Nor did his tomatoes, or the waxy-skinned turnips nearby, or any of the fresh fruit and vegetables that customers perused on a busy sidewalk in central Tokyo last week
We know what the birth of a revolution looks like: A student stands before a tank. A fruit seller sets himself on fire.
On the surface, the line of two-room dwellings on a dusty street in west Delhi appears little different from thousands of other roads in India’s crowded capital.
The small fruit has the color of a cranberry, the shape of an almond and tastes like a flavorless gummy. But after chewing the fruit and rubbing the pulp against the tongue, the berry, known by a promising name — “miracle fruit” or Synsepalum dulcificum — releases a sweetening potency that alters the taste buds. For about 15 to 30 minutes, everything sour is sweet