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Ivar, the man who became a father-figure to me, who taught me
the common language of this strange new land, and eventually
his craft. Our relationship was one of few words — initially, and
many deeds.
If there is anything I learned from this chapter of my life it’s
this: There are two kinds of people in this world, those that
had the privilege of living sheltered lives, and those that had
to fight for shelter. Regardless of the circumstances of one’s
birth, prosperity can be obtained by those of tenacious nature.
Though I didn’t appreciate it at the time, I was happy living with
Ivar.
