21. Since I didn’t die

Written by Rami Al Achek

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”I collected these texts as if I was collecting my body parts.  Here are my body parts rolled into a paper bag, unordered.  Their randomness is quite true within their devastation, sometimes bloody, violent, honest, fictional, personal, they look like me in my full craziness and illness, they look like a part in me that became mature by the revolution, and they look like what the war broke in me, and the exile uprooted in me.

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This collection could be identified nothing more than a set of texts that would bear a name, so it could be given any name. I tried through it, without prior decision, to turn over the ugliness into beauty by putting make up excessively on it, to recreate a, so called, ”creative”. When I wrote these texts, I haven’t intended to put them together in a book, neither to be used as a testimony, nor wrapping them into a mold. So, let us have mercy on them and skip classifications, since they can barely handle the oppression of their author. “

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