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  • The hammam and Kamile’s hand leaving his… He still remembers, men on the right and women on the left… And the giant who had massaged him… When he got out, holding hands with Kamile had seemed different, as they ran to reach the restaurant on the beach so as not to miss the sunset … The barge that night, and her speaking in that incomprehensible tongue, then she had flung open her arms… He wanted to do as in the movies… He had seen his friends roll over from laughing… But the wind violently buffetted his ears and hushed that coarse laughing … He felt he was Jack and told his friends to go to hell!
    With Kamile then it was the Bedesten, the apple tea and the red and yellow of the carpet on the store wall… The carpet on which he was lying now.
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