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Is this, then, the torture? Is this what they have cooked up to inflict on me? Other photos are plastered here and there the whole length of the street. From some of them, the message has been clawed off; from another, my eyes have been scratched out. The persons who mutilated the photo surely did so wishing they could gouge out my eyes in actuality. It is moreover probable that they would, if they could. They would do that and more. Who would prevent them? . . . Examples of this same photo are pasted or nailed everywhere: the stores, the restaurants, the banks, the bus stations, inside and out. They have been distributed throughout all the other cities.
- Mohammed Chourki
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Summer Issue, 1998
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Speaking of Flies Mohammed Chourki
The South Wind
The Bone-Seekers
The Refrigerator
Mimouna
from Jews, Tunisians, Frenchmen
from An Algerian Childhood
The Richness of Diversity
Winter
Kenzar
Two Isefra
Each Age Has Its Sun
from Dust
Two Poems
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