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More than half a century later, near the end of his life, Wotjyla's Last Will would pass over his world-historical role in the destruction of Communism, as if it never happened, to return to memories of family and friends. " As the end of my life approaches I return with my memory to the beginning, to my parents, to my brother, to the sister (I never knew because she died before my birth), to the parish in Wadowice, where I was baptized, to that city I love, to my peers, friends from elementary school, high school and the university, up to the time of the occupation when I was a worker, and then in the parish of Niegowic, then St. Florian's in Krakow, to the pastoral ministry of academics, to the milieu of ... to all milieux ... to Krakow and to Rome ... to the people who were entrusted to me in a special way by the Lord." He understood what John Buchan wrote of in Witch Wood: that the mountains and hills were only passing things; what endured in the sight of the Lord was the fragile love between people.