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I conversed with a friend some time ago and he asked me: Who is your brother? I’m sure he’d expected the look of surprise on my face. Y...
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Emie felt like crying, he wanted to shout, he wanted to vanish, to cease to exist. Life no longer made any sense to him. The past succe...
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In the dialogue with my friend who had been wondering what it meant to be brother, I asked him what he thought could make one a ...
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