Trecho de uma carta enviada a Hannah Arendt pelo seu marido - um tal de Heinrich Blücher. Uma coisa linda que eu achei meio que sem querer, no meio de um texto sobre ela.
"I have experienced homelessness, (...) and I could always say ‘Wherever I am, there I am not at home.’ But nonetheless right here in the middle of this world, and not in some superworldly Zion, I have managed to build a home through you and my friends, so that I can also say: Where one or more of you are with me there is my homeland, and where you are with me, there is my home."
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