Dimachq, Damascus, May 1980 How could I have suspected that I would never go there again? This series is based on a joke. A joke a little potache and easy certainly, but that I found very fun at the time. Freshly landed in a sub-prefecture of Brittany to pass my Bac, I had managed to make believe that when I lived in Damascus in Syria, I went to school on a mule. It was at the end of the 70s and I was perplexed by the vision of this region of the world that my classmates had. My French cousins...
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