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  • I remember this car. A white VW Beetle. I remember being sick on its vinyl seats. Recently my dad told me a story about the white Beetle with Morocco plates.

    The year is 1971. Rabat, Morocco. It was my dad's first term abroad. He took a trip all the way to Gibraltar to pick up the car. It was his first car. It must have made him feel like a man. Right after he picked it up he went to a restaurant to eat and celebrate. When he came out there was a huge dent in the side.

    He told me he was upset for over a month.

    But then an older colleague told him, that cars are meant to be dented and he should fix it only when there are more dents. And there will be more dents.

    This is one of those wisdoms that only one who has suffered the pain can impart on a novice.
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