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right at the center of a somewhat stormy europe my little country at times with a touch of gallows humor struggles to maintain the venerable illusion that Austria remains as we have thought for centuries an island of the blessed amidst the brexit troubles the growing voices of dull nationalists masking as patriots authoritarian visions of „illiberal democracies“ even at home heart-breaking fates of refugees unwanted anywhere spineless politicians who change positions according to the winds of not so presidential twitters follow deniers of the climate change though they are sweating through the highest temps since measurements began etc., etc. sometimes we may be wise remembering poetic words of yore like those of dear John Donne: „No man is an island“
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
island of the blessed?
right at the center of a somewhat stormy europe my little country at times with a touch of gallows humor struggles to maintain the venerable illusion that Austria remains as we have thought for centuries an island of the blessed amidst the brexit troubles the growing voices of dull nationalists masking as patriots authoritarian visions of „illiberal democracies“ even at home heart-breaking fates of refugees unwanted anywhere spineless politicians who change positions according to the winds of not so presidential twitters follow deniers of the climate change though they are sweating through the highest temps since measurements began etc., etc. sometimes we may be wise remembering poetic words of yore like those of dear John Donne: „No man is an island“
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
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