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By Dmetri Kakmi

A minutely remembered description of a formative years on an Aegean island, marked by way of the livid competition of antagonistic but neighboring cultures. it truly is an account of the way a Greek boy born on a Turkish island attempts to make experience of the escalating stress among Greek and Turk, Muslim and Christian, father and mother. It indicates with chilling readability how violence begets violence, in even the main unforeseen of individuals. it's also concerning the pains of exile and the invention of lengthy buried secrets and techniques that experience infected the passionate hatred that exists among the 2 groups.

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