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When we arrived at my home north of the city, my five-year-old son Magnus, brimming with the confidence he’d gained in two full weeks of kindergarten, opened the front door and asked John, “Is it true you live in a tent?””Yes, it is,” John said.”Why don’t you have a house like everybody else?”John leaned in to meet Magnus’ dubious stare. “Because I endeavor to remain flexible.
