Returning to one’s roots
In a world of increasing complexity, a simple, elegant, impression can strike at the heart of the heart.
When his grandfather suffered a stroke and was to be taken to Lisbon for treatment, Saramago recalled, “He went into the yard of his house, where there were a few trees, fig trees, olive trees. And he went one by one, embracing the trees and crying, saying good-bye to them because he knew he would not return. To see this, to live this, if that doesn’t mark you for the rest of your life,” Saramago said, “you have no feeling.”
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