““My country is handed over from one tyrant to the next, a worse tyrant; from one prison to another, from one exile to another. It is colonised by the observed invader and the hidden one; handed over by one beast to two like an emaciated camel. In the caverns of its death my country neither dies nor recovers. It digs in the muted graves looking for its pure origins for its springtime promise that slept behind its eyes for the dream that will come for the phantom that hid. It moves from one overwhelming night to a darker night. My country grieves in its own boundaries and in other people's land and even on its own soil suffers the alienation of exile.””
