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𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒖𝒈𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝑨𝒗𝒅𝒊ć 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 –𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 – 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒓é𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕-𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 (𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏), 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍-𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚...𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅.... 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒌 𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂’𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔, 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕, 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂’𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍, 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏; 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒋𝒆𝒗𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚. 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒏 Ž𝒖𝒋𝒐 𝑷𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒅 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒋𝒂 𝒑𝒐ž𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒆 ž𝒆𝒍𝒋𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂 𝒖 𝒑𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒄 𝒛𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒋𝒆č𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒌𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒕𝒊 𝒊 𝒋𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒋𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒗𝒐𝒈𝒂 𝒐𝒌𝒂 𝒌𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒋𝒂 𝒍𝒋𝒖𝒃𝒊š 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒌𝒐 𝒛𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒓𝒆š𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒂š 𝒎𝒆 𝒐č𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒐č𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒖 𝒕𝒗𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒖𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒋𝒂č𝒊 𝒔𝒎𝒐 𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒋𝒂č𝒊 𝒔𝒎𝒐 𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒂 𝒏𝒐ć 𝒌𝒐 𝒐č𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒂 𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒉𝒍𝒂 𝒋𝒆 𝒑𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒖𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒃𝒂 𝒗𝒓𝒊𝒋𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒗𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒉 𝒖𝒛𝒅𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒌𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒊š 𝒊𝒛 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒛𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂 𝒖 𝒑𝒐𝒎𝒐č 𝒛𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒋𝒆č𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑰 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝑻𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒔, 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑨𝒉, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝑨 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏’𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑨 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓, 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒋𝒆𝒗𝒐, 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒗𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ’𝟗𝟐