As long as we appease our conscience with the fact that they need us, we are in the ivory tower of the counselor and we do not realize that we are here in the first place for ourselves…
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ParadiseHe is from Iraqi’s Kurdistan. ‘I am ashamed of being a Muslim. Honestly! I was born in paradise. We sold our freedom to the Arabs and we get violence in place.
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‘When there is one Muslim in heaven, I ask God to send me to hell …’ 
I have Elisa on the phone. She is missing my stories about refugees. To tell the truth, it still surprises me that I wrote 29 stories in such a short time last year. Not only that. The book highlights many things that are hidden by the media and are at least even important. 
We embrace old and new friends in Brussels, Paris, Grenoble and Turin. We spend a week near Plum Village, a Buddhist community founded by the Vietnamese Thich Nhat Hanh, where every breath is Love. We leave our books in their libraries and with friends. Love is flowing and we walk breathlessly through the stillness of the first snow in the mountains around Turin. Pure magic… 
We are born naked and slowly but surely, we dress ourselves with the veils of oblivion and we start to create our own beliefs systems, which are related to our culture and religion. One morning we wake up and start to realize that everything we have ever assumed for truth is nothing more and nothing less than an illusion. 
