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“Name is like name, person is like person, time is like time. Every story that is not forgotten and is told from age to age resembles another.
Everything experienced and unforgettable is a story. Every story is like a lizard's tail. It flutters within time, like what remains from an escape. "One day something happened," it says from where it flutters, "One day something happened..."
In the last quarter of the second half of the past century, there was a city called MereÅŸ. The year was 1978.
It was December, and on one of the days—something happened...”
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