Breathing in the Scent of Their Clothes

The closet door in my apartment in Berlin won’t close unless I lean against it. That’s because I have the habit of saving the clothes that my children have grown out of. I keep some of them, because I want to give them away, and others as mementos.  In Syria I had a similar cupboard. I remember how I …

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