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In one of the low end hotels of a town an old man in a weird black robe, like the one used by sages, sat on an ancient chair,  with his right hand  slowly stroking his long beard and his eyes staring into the distance as if looking into the distant stars of the universe.

The old man had curly long white hair, curly long beard and grey mustaches.

He was a little chubby but exuded a saintly aura. Anyone who looked into his deep black eyes could see the vicissitude of civilizations and life that he had experienced. His face reflected kindness , love , empathy and all kinds of peaceful and positive emotions.

The Old man  spoke after a short silence with a deep sigh and serious expression.

" I, the great sage Carl Marx, had lived for thousands of years, but I have seen my end approaching. I am leaving this message for the future generation.