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Invisible Links is a Fiction Short Story Book. The book underlying theme about the links that influence and guide people’s actions and lives. I can see before me the little town, friendly as a home. It is so small that I know its every hole and corner, am friends with all the children and know the name of every one of its dogs. Who ever walked up the street knew to which window he must raise his eyes to see a lovely face behind the panes, and who ever strolled through the town park knew well whither he should turn his steps to meet the one he wished to meet. One was as proud of the beautiful roses in the garden of a neighbor, as if they had grown in one's own. If anything mean or vulgar was done, it was as great a shame as if it had happened in one's own family; but at the smallest adventure, at a fire or a fight in the market place, one swelled with pride and said: "Only see what a community! Do such things ever happen anywhere else? What a wonderful town!" In my beloved town nothing ever changes.
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