ABSTRACT

My suffering was endless… But you did not forget me; This time, hand knotted into a fi st, you said in a rousing voice, ‘Wake up, wake up, you the dispossessed of the world…’

… Many years passed, by now you were cleverer.… You brought a blackboard and carefully chalked a neat, long line on it; Your strain showed; wiping sweat from your forehead, you said, ‘This line you see, below it, much below it you live.’