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Gelince Haber Ver*My father was a dark man, a very dark man, Abu Samra. But as you see, I could pass for a Britisher, for a Norwegian. I could also be someone belonging to the Slavic race. Who peeled off my skin, Abu Samra? Who took the black passion from my eyes? Who turned me into a thoroughly modern man? Who? Why? Lesh?*
