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My Worst And Best Friend Sales by Management Responsibilities and Geographic Area Jan.?Sep. Jan.?Sep. Variation Real Internal Growth 2000 1999 Jan.?Sep. 2000 in CHF billion % % TOTAL 59.5 54.4 + 9.5 4.2 Food ? Europe 19.4 19.8 - 2.0 1.9 ? Americas 18.0 15.7 + 15.2 3.6 ? Asia, Oceania and Africa 11.6 9.7 + 18.8 6.9 Other Activities 10.5 9.2 + 14.7 7.2 Vevey, October 20, 2000 ? As will be announced at the press conference beginning today at 10:30 (CET), the Nestl? Group's consolidated sales reached CHF 59.5 billion during the first nine months of 2000, up 9.5 percent over the period January-September 1999. This confirms the generally good perspectives for the full year 2000. At comparable structure and constant exchange rates, sales growth amounts to 4.9 percent. Cumulative real internal growth at the end of September stood at 4.2 percent, even though the comparison basis was clearly more difficult than during the first semester. As expected, exchange rates had a slightly lower positive impact of 5.7 percent, while divestitures, net of acquisitions, lowered the consolidated sales by 1.1 percent. Nestl? succeeded in making the necessary price adjustments amounting to 0.7 percent of turnover. European sales were strongly affected by the divestiture of the Findus operation (with annual sales of about CHF 900 million), as well as by the weakening of ?1.8 percent of the Euro against the Swiss franc. Sales in the Americas benefitted from exceptionally strong performance in Mexico and a recovery in most Latin American economies. Zone Asia, Oceania and Africa registered continuing good growth in virtually all areas. Sales by Product Group Jan.?Sep. Jan.?Sep. Variation Real Internal Growth 2000 1999 Jan.?Sep. 2000 in CHF billion % % Beverages 16.9 15.3 + 10.9 5.4 Milk/Nutrition 16.2 14.5 + 11.4 2.9 Culinary 15.3 14.6 + 5.0 4.1 Chocolate/ Confectionery 7.6 7.0 + 7.7 1.3 Pharma 3.5 3.0 + 19.7 7.7 Most product groups performed well, with especially strong growth in soluble coffees in Eastern Europe, Asia and Latin America. The water business also grew strongly, notwithstanding adverse environmental impacts (weather conditions in Europe and forest fires in the US). In the culinary sector, chilled products and frozen prepared dishes developed satisfactorily. Milks and nutrition saw good progress, mainly as a result of infant nutrition sales in Asia and of the powdered milk business. Chocolate and confectionery showed a welcome improvement, thanks mainly to Eastern Europe. Pharmaceuticals also experienced strong growth. Based on the figures available at this time, Nestl? is confident of its ability to maintain a good growth rate both in sales and in profits for the full year 2000. | Top of Page |

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I remember it like it was yesterday. It’s 1990. My dad and I are riding in his car. We are on our way to buy groceries at the local Safeway. I am going through this phase, where I am trying to notice things. So, when we pull up to the next stoplight, I start trying to notice the guy on the motorcycle next to us. He apparently doesn’t want to be noticed; especially by a peculiar nine year old, staring at him through the passenger window of a minivan. â€Å"What are you looking at?† he sneers at me. I turn around fast, and face the dashboard. â€Å"Did he say something to you?,† my dad asks, â€Å"What did he say to you?† â€Å"Nothing uhhh..he didn’t say anything. It’s fine. Look green light,† I hurriedly reply. â€Å"Tell me what he said. What did he say to you?,† my dad grills me on. I stay silent. I think if I tell him what he said, he will get out of the car and kick his ass, which scares me and comforts me too. You know how those savvy realtors tell us to bake a cake when potential buyers come to see a house up for sale. I remember as a child when my parents were trying to sell our house; and as potential buyers were perusing the rooms looking at my dad’s bang-up ceiling paint job, my mom was grilling onions on the kitchen stove. As a child, this was the type of thing I lived through; I was accustomed to it. When my father ventured out in his long white Afghani robe, I thought the stares he took in were something of bigoted public gawk. The problem being on the other end, not ours. In a country like the US, where the norm is this celebrated melting pot of great cultures and traditions coming together, my parents were the salad. They wanted to subside in this soup as a salad; perhaps maybe as a head of romaine or as a seasoned crouton. Not wanting to mix, but to keep their own unique flavor. Not till as a recent teenager did I find this at all curious. When I stumbled the blocks, so to speak, and saw upon the... Free Essays on Mr Free Essays on Mr I remember it like it was yesterday. It’s 1990. My dad and I are riding in his car. We are on our way to buy groceries at the local Safeway. I am going through this phase, where I am trying to notice things. So, when we pull up to the next stoplight, I start trying to notice the guy on the motorcycle next to us. He apparently doesn’t want to be noticed; especially by a peculiar nine year old, staring at him through the passenger window of a minivan. â€Å"What are you looking at?† he sneers at me. I turn around fast, and face the dashboard. â€Å"Did he say something to you?,† my dad asks, â€Å"What did he say to you?† â€Å"Nothing uhhh..he didn’t say anything. It’s fine. Look green light,† I hurriedly reply. â€Å"Tell me what he said. What did he say to you?,† my dad grills me on. I stay silent. I think if I tell him what he said, he will get out of the car and kick his ass, which scares me and comforts me too. You know how those savvy realtors tell us to bake a cake when potential buyers come to see a house up for sale. I remember as a child when my parents were trying to sell our house; and as potential buyers were perusing the rooms looking at my dad’s bang-up ceiling paint job, my mom was grilling onions on the kitchen stove. As a child, this was the type of thing I lived through; I was accustomed to it. When my father ventured out in his long white Afghani robe, I thought the stares he took in were something of bigoted public gawk. The problem being on the other end, not ours. In a country like the US, where the norm is this celebrated melting pot of great cultures and traditions coming together, my parents were the salad. They wanted to subside in this soup as a salad; perhaps maybe as a head of romaine or as a seasoned crouton. Not wanting to mix, but to keep their own unique flavor. Not till as a recent teenager did I find this at all curious. When I stumbled the blocks, so to speak, and saw upon the...