For many years he lived far from his native land, without breaking the umbilical cord with her for a moment, carefully collecting the lost pages of her history, giving the warmth and memory of their long lost homeland to the forced "defectors"
Once upon a time, there was a boy in the world, and his name was Galib – “Winner”. He was born in a small mountainous country, in a village called Garajala, a year after the end of the civil war. Like many in the 90s, he dreamed of moving to the capital
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One December night in 1980 at Roosevelt hospital after a long but ineffective direct cardiac massage doctor Stephan Lynn glanced wearily at the clocks and fixed the time of death: 23 hours 7 minutes. Waiting spouse was brought the news. The woman fell down on the floor and went hysterical. Her name was Yoko. His was John.