Times are quick, ever threatening, dark clouds abound. My first years occurred under an even greater danger but then there were miraculously much milder winds, certain defining sensations, an essential experience of youth of growing into a trust. Which seen from this moment was obviously rather ephemeral, basically just an illusion. But it was a huge privilege nevertheless, regardless. Damn the torpedoes. And now no absentmindedness should follow any defeats hereafter. We must witness, and we must fight.
