As a child in a Harem, I instinctively knew that to live is to open closed doors. To live is to look outside. To live is to step out. Life is trespassing.
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The tale of the woman who had a feather dress changed my life. I discovered that I could fly if I raise my head, fixed upon the sky, and concentrate: "You have to start with some serious problem to develop wings." Aunt Habiba was pretty clear about the conditions.
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