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Оригиналниот јазик е турски.

"I chalked circles onto the wall facing me. They are empty and black, but will not remain so. They are great portholes opening onto a world not yet born. Worlds that are born, like those that die, are full of dread." Trapped within its own circular prison of the Occupation and severed from contact with Paris and other countries, Belgian publishing turned inward, and forgotten authors su...