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The tenderness of friends

Nobody knows tenderness like a man to whom it is a stranger. He knows what he has never felt, a feeling that eludes him like the words that unbutton his silence, the struggle to shed his mind in front of those who misunderstand him from a far city founded by the sages of indifference. The…

Knowing Books: My Grandfather and a Journey Through Libya

But the past does not exist independently of the present…The Past—or, more accurately, pastness—is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past. Michel-Rolph Trouillot, Silencing The Past It helps to consider the ancestors sometimes. To look into their gaze from below and enter their minds and from there contemplate their…

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