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The French, the Italians, the Germans, the Spanish and the English have spent centuries killing each other.
Umberto Eco
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Umberto Eco
Age: 84 †
Born: 1932
Born: January 5
Died: 2016
Died: February 19
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The hand of God creates it does not conceal.
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