I am not sad that he left, I am afraid that something has left with him. Something that is unique, something that is a bit tough to capture in words and pour in to bottles with known-labels. He was many things, across many phases of his country. A country that he saw as the mental-space shared by the fealty to ideals, than a landmass with boundaries drawn in soil with blood. A country he was more than willing to throw himself in harm’s way...
