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A humble man wading through the flood waters with his bat or backpack is a sad sight, but not so revealing: it seems that he has always lived close to trouble, even if the flood has taken everything away, sooner or later he will get back up somehow. But when the false happiness collapses, there is always something revealing about it: as if the scenery of a fairy-tale world were blown away by a hurricane or washed away by an indifferent sea tide.