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The housework fairies with their dusting cloths in one hand, their mops licking the floors clean, the clear water in their buckets turning dark as they move through their chores…

“Tell me about the bakery,” she said, “that transparent four-eyed window…”. “Because, by crawling, the Casern moved all the way to the cash at the bakery”.

In a modern European country, in one of the biggest airports in the world, a silver plane takes off for Sulaymaniyah, at the heart of the Middle East.

Then I meet those who read what I write. They look at my life as a bayonet and ask “you’re the one writing these texts?”. “Not at tall, ladies and gentlemen”, I tell them, “who am I to allow myself the right to write?”