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Show It was nearly noon, and as I reached my room there was a big problem to solve: should I leave by the next train with apologies, as I had decided yesterday, or should I stay? I finally came to the conclusion that I would decide after three days. In this case I had to get my luggage from the station, and I made the trip to the city and back. Seeing the "city" again, and being disgusted were one and the same thing. I had just gotten my suitcases when I felt it was impossible to stay here. But now it couldn't be helped; thus I hurried back with only one idea in mind: to leave the city and reach the compound as soon as possible. Why did this compound, separated from the outer world only by a low wall, give one so much the feeling of safety, of being nearer home? It seemed to be a different world. Even the air seemed to be different though it is not likely that this was the fact. But evidently there was another atmosphere which gave me very much the feeling that this was a place breathing culture and civilization. I hesitated to unpack my suitcases, but I did and made myself at home. At home? |