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Posted: 28 Mar 2022

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 Dinesh
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Today I bid farewell to the camp with a cheerful smile,
To the wires that for a year kept freedom away. . .
Will nothing be left of me here,
Will nothing restrain my hurried steps today?

Oh, no! Behind the wire I leave a Golgotha of pain
Still trying to pull me to the outer ends of misery.
Behind I leave graves of anguish and the remains of yearning
And secretly shed tears, the beads of our rosary. . .

All that now seems to have floated away, like a left blown of a tree
At long last we have broken our ties of bondage.
And my heart is no longer filled with hate
For today rainbows break through the clouds in my eyes!

~ Jenusz Wedow, “Goodbye to the Camp”
2 years ago. Edited 2 years ago.
 Dinesh
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. . . . Russia was able to send 750,000 people to Siberia in a single year, underwriting its claims to the vast and sparsely populated territory. Industrial production in Russia trebled in the last two decades of nineteenth century and industrial employment in the first thirteen years of the twentieth century grew to nearly 50%. This was replicated in armaments production in Russia, which doubled in the five years to 1913. ~ page 86 "Human Tide" - Paul Moreland
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 Dinesh
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We spend our lives striving fo goals seldom attained, and even when we achieve them we are all to often disappointed. We are shipwrecked in the end, and enter the harbor stripped of masts and rigging. "Life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over." By then it's all the same whether we've been happy or miserable, because life is behind us, all our days, all olur joys and sorrows, utterly erased. ~ Page 47 Excerpt: "The darker the Night, the Brighter the stars" ~ Paul Broks
2 years ago. Edited 2 years ago.