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It was then. The year two thousand and eight.

Afghanistan, a small village in Farah Province.

Six-year-old Salina, wrapped in a threadbare, gray scabbed blanket, pressed against her mother Alizee. The nights were cold, but, that wasn't the danger.

It announced itself with a fine, deep hum. If you did absolutely nothing, just sat and waited, not even daring to breathe, because of fear, then you hear this sound. Long before it could otherwise have been perceived by a human ear.

And this many times of the astonished horror-filled anxiety had sharpened Salina's senses.

It was there. She heard it.

But she concentrated on the mother's whisper. She spoke, cautiously and softly, as if, that would change something about the half meter of earth, that was supposed to protect them. As if the airplanes' bombs did not find their target.

"You know Salina, little one, there is a story I'd like to tell you."

Her voice was trembling.

"Now."

Salina looked up.

Her mother's eyes were strangely bright. Yes, no, she was wrong. It was the dust, the sand of the desert, the wind carried him to the furthest corner. Here too.

“When people come to this earth, the ancients tell themselves, it is like a birth out of perfect knowledge, the radiance of eternity, whatever it may look like.”

She stroked the girl's black, shiny hair, that she had combed relentlessly every morning. Salina shuddered involuntarily.

"A newborn baby, they say, is in the heart of knowledge, the gates to all eternity of wisdom are open to him."

The indefinite hum, so delicately felt by both, had grown in anger, now proclaimed its finality in a dull hum, his merciless logic.

“It knows about being and not being, about arising and passing away. It looks in amazement into people's souls, recognizes their anger and is filled with love for them. ”

The sound, which swelled, gradually became a vague, dull saw, forced her to raise her voice.

Salina had stripped off the blanket and was now kneeling in front of her mother on the tamped clay floor, her face in her lap. As the mother continued speaking, she felt the vibrations of the vocal cords in Alizee's abdomen, a warm, soothing feeling. The roof of the makeshift shelter shook. A second sound had mixed in with the deep notes. First a screeching, now a loud whistle.

“But then,” said Alizee, “an angel floats down and lands very gently next to the new, tiny human being. Infinitely tender, he puts her finger on the middle of his lips. From, that moment on, the child loses all memory of these powerful, wise things and truly becomes a human creature. ”

One second before the clay ceiling broke, Alizee completed her story.

", that's why every inhabitant of the world has this indentation on the upper lip."

She held her upper body protectively over her daughter.

When Salina looked up again, there was an angel-like being, shining in bright white, it smiled and said:

“Hello Salina! Dear! Do you recognize me again? ”And Salina recognized.