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My father was a good man.
He lived in that era when everything was bad. When no one was able to make plans for what was to come, since what was to come was uncertain and the here and now had not yet ended. Times were bad: you couldn't catch sight of heaven or earth; nor if the sun were out or if the wind was coming from the north or the south. Everything was bad in the world. But my father was good and he believed in life.