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All the sage in the world. And isn’t it true that — one way or another — we will all lose the home that embeds our childhood memories? That the loss of home is the inevitable fate of us all, as we age and part from the place where we were born? Maybe my agony for the old fig tree originates from my ache for the lost Eden, for the void Garden, the vanished Abode, the forgotten Land. Or for the old fable of the invisible bond between the mythical tree and me. Maybe — like what the guard said at the gate of the Sun Street — I should not pry open the bleeding wounds of the past. Maybe I should just try to keep my good old memories. Mojgan Ghazirad is an assistan.
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