Why are you a Mason?

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I grew up in a place where Masonry was illegal – forbidden. It could have meant even jail time. Sometimes it was cautiously whispered that this great poet or that writer, philosopher or outstanding figure in history was a member of a lodge, without going into details what that meant. It made my young mind, curious – although there was no place where to turn for answers. Furthermore, I didn’t come from a family with the usual background to be a Mason.

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