Days go by, eating away at our lives, and all that remains is a history that each of us memorizes to calculate how much of our lives have passed, and to wonder curiously about what remains. Between happy moments, and others in which we regret the time that we occupy and that occupies so much of us, we sometimes say sincerely: I wish I had been born in the era of the Companions.
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