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The parents got divorced as soon as the boy was born. Mother did not allow her son to meet his father. Father was a good man but all of them kept saying he was bad. The boy did not believe them. He longed for his father. He had courage to address him only when he reached the age of forty-four although they lived in the same town. Father felt happy. He lived up to be acknowledged by a single person he could be acknowledged by his son. Mother passes away and Father comes to the funeral. He kisses the cross and on it the name of his love of long ago. It was in such circumstances that the boy for the first time experienced the unity of family. Hence the title The Secret of Uniting.
I haven't written this book for his or for my sake... I have done it for the sake of millions of boys and girls who ill never have courage to stand up against similar bans. I have done it thinking of countless mothers who show how inconsiderate they are in love and duty when they separate their sons and daughters from their fathers and do all they can to push them out of their dreams and imagination even if they are aware that deprived of them they will wither like uprooted flowers... And, considering our age, we both knew where we were...
The simplicity of the encounter was astonishing. So many years of expectation, of longing, fighting with myself and those around me, years of ill conscience, of undecisiveness, years, decades of poor self-confidence and self-respect, and now, we are sitting here like two tired spectators of too long a performance the parts of which already forgotten, of an unnecessary performance. And again I see that everything exists within us, both people and things, they exist only as long as we perceive their existence, we are the measure of everything most of all of our own life. It is truly a serious crime to deprive father of his son and son of his father, but now, raidrops are falling on the window ledges, radiators are heating the room, the two men are sitting, smoking, talking about some ordinary things even though they have met for the first time in life and they both imagined some other, more important words would have to be said.
Everything is here now, both the past and the future.
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