In his time of exile, he had found a focus.

The end of exile There was someone at the door.

It was also known as a place of political exile.

Yet the more you build the greater the sense of exile.

This is not a place of exile but a center for their lives.

Perhaps he came to tell them that the time of their exile had come to an end?

If that day ever came in the long night of their exile.

But by day they lead the difficult lives of political exiles.

He was back home, after more than twenty years of exile.

One could eat no fat or blood, at pain of exile.