" Thus the terrible fate of my country is to remain forever a place ugly, sad and forlorn - as, unfortunately, there are many others. Where you are born by chance, you live with no special enthusiasm - almost by inertia - and nothing ever happens to remember. If I fail to appreciate the relative peace, as well as warn the annoying suspicion that there escaped me too fast in his hands - more or less useful - I could be, inhabited from time immemorial, the unfortunate feeling of having wasted a life badly. In most - but only because of the quiet and good air - someone came (or returned) from outside could be his ... "retreat". But meanwhile a real life if it is sought or made elsewhere! "
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