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Sunday, 17 May 2015


and at that precise moment, I stumbled upon 
an insight so vital to humankind that the dingy
living room from which it emerged became a 
gilded hall, and the stiff wooden chair I sat in a
padded throne warmed by radiators converted 
into grand fireplaces, blazing and crackling in 
recognition, the shadows of flames twisting on
a table intricately carved from the trunk of a
single maple tree, on its surface a golden fork
and a weighty plate of polished silver encircling 
several oily spheres of green, and with them the
sudden realisation that olives are savoury grapes

Fadhel Ben Mansour

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