We are leaving. That is a word that says many things: to leave -- according to the poet -- is to die a little. But we aren't poets, and for us this parting has always been a sign of life. We are in constant movement, on a perennial journey...we are outside of a society in which we find nowhere to live; we are members of an exploited class, still without a place in the world. The departure was always a symbol of vitality.
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