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It seems that whenever we’re able to return to a place where we have lived before—especially where we have spent our vacations—something guards us against bad luck. We draw from the sky, the earth, and everything those great powers provide, resources they have held in reserve to protect us. But if our day is written in the Book, nothing will help. An enemy within, which we take with us wherever we go, battles furiously against our existence. For a moment, we think we have lost it along the way or hope that influences that were once favorable will get the upper hand. Things begin to improve, hope returns (did it ever cease?). And then the mechanism breaks and we’re lost forever.