TARTALOM ISMERTETő
One day on the phone between Beirut and Paris, my mother told me: Your father has serious financial problems, he must sell his school, he has no choice, the banks have no mercy. I heard the loss. I reeled. I have always been the daughter of the principal of The Lebanese Rabia school and I do not imagine it otherwise. I decided to go back home.
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