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“No one here bothers with tomorrow. Not even with the next fifteen minutes. Despair doesn’t look through calendars, and it pays no heed to planning. Tomorrow is shrouded in a fog of distance so hopeless that it might as well be the next millennium, when people might be wandering about in skirts and tunics, when there won’t be relocations camps and perhaps, the guiltless need not be punished”.