part i fighting for freedom
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stories have to start somewhere so i will paraphrase the master[1]. i was born at the edge of a juristiction, i was neither in nor out, this situation made me clutch onto that which could not be taken from me[2]. this was the environment in which i grew up in which one was forced to grow stright as a die as every flaw[3] was seen as a blame point, like an anorexic thinking things will get better the less they ate, i felt that things would get better the closer i stayed to prescribed wizdom. at every turning i would wait for some sign from the gods, in incident i could internalise as a decision. nationalism and socialism did not wash overme but washed through me, as what other way could there be. information was something el...
