Ouzon Al Godran Al Saghera

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I was eight years old when I discovered for the first time that walls have holes through which a collection of stories seep to us, but they are different from those stories that a group of people might share. They are mostly private stories, whose owners are careful not to let them leak outside their walls.

But some walls are fragile, they do not always keep secrets, sometimes they leak them to the other side of life, as someone may happen to pass behind them, and pick up the stories, a person outside the script and the text, a person who does not belong to the inhabitants of the closed circle, a person who stands outside the walls, not inside them.

In my childhood, I was that passing person, the ear of the small walls, which were filled with many private stories that were told in the voices of their owners!