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I have practiced not to move not to sigh, hack or cough I'm on my way in underwear They carry me through the thirteen doors, folded up in a chest, books under my knees, under my head The world needs laws that are above parties, for years I have been thinking across borders about the right to freedom: the seas and self-determination of peoples, I sit still for hours writing without a sigh or cough I have practiced not to move two hours every evening in the chest to make a success of the plan that my wife's love conceived for me
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Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
Freedom is not dressed
I have practiced not to move not to sigh, hack or cough I'm on my way in underwear They carry me through the thirteen doors, folded up in a chest, books under my knees, under my head The world needs laws that are above parties, for years I have been thinking across borders about the right to freedom: the seas and self-determination of peoples, I sit still for hours writing without a sigh or cough I have practiced not to move two hours every evening in the chest to make a success of the plan that my wife's love conceived for me
Hugo Grotius (1583-1645): legal treatise "Mare Liberum" ("The Freedom of the Seas") in 1609, and escape from Loevestein Castle on March 22nd, 1621 Collection "Migration"
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Amsterdam
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
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