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He hoped. He hoped until hope became its own form of torture. The original meaning of hope was 'to desire', and Robin wanted with every ounce of his being a world that no longer was.

"Thats the things about colonialism. It's built to destroy that which it prizes most."

“How strange,’ said Ramy. ‘To love the stuff and the language, but to hate the country.’

‘Not as odd as you’d think,’ said Victoire. ‘There are people, after all, and then there are things.”

All our silver goes to luxury, to the military, to making lace and weapons when there are people dying of simple things these bars could fix. It’s not right that you recruit students from other countries to work your translation centre and that their motherlands receive nothing in return.

You're lost, brother. You're a ship adrift, searching for familiar shores. I understand what it is you want. I sought it too. But there is no homeland. It's gone.