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We who have been hunted through the rapids of life, torn from our former roots, always driven to the end and obliged to begin again victims, and yet also the willing servants of unknown mysterious powers, we for whom comfort has become an old legend and security, a childish dream, have felt tension from pole to pole of our being, the terror of something always new in every fibre. Every hour of our years was linked to the fate of the world. In sorrow and in joy we have lived through time and history far beyond our own small lives, while they knew nothing beyond themselves.
All I know is that I shall be alone again. There is nothing more terrible than to be alone among human beings.