The French version of me | SyriaUntold
I walk through the city with a surprising sense of belonging, and I see copies of my novel in the storefronts. My eyes catch the title, the “New Release,” my name as the author. Where, then, does a writer belong, if not the land in whose language they now write, where they publish, and where their books are displayed on shop shelves and in window displays?
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