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I am of those people, who love the violin whether the strings weep in a dolorous lamentation or dance with a leap of ecstasy. I am of those people, who know the taste of the poppy seed baked into pastries- that gummy black paste, a curious mix bitter, yet sweet -so much like life. I am of those people, whose grandmothers' sat in ancient rooms crocheting lace, while the eyes of the icons watched serenely. I am of those people, whose fathers' once walked rain drenched cobble-stoned streets and crushed their cigarettes under booted heels and watched the stubs mingle with fallen acacia petals as flower and ash flowed into a rivulet -their watery grave. I am of those people, who revere poetry and cherish their poets as much as they revere and cherish liberty.