"... In the middle of a summer afternoon, in Salé, in my neighbourhood, Hay Salam, the angel of death took my soul, but only for a few seconds. I saw myself from above, a sleeping body, peaceful and blue. Did he have mercy on me, this terrible white angel? Had God made a mistake? They finally gave me back my restless soul after those few seconds during which they discussed in front of me my fate, the days and years that would come for me, my destiny in spite of myself. And they left for other destinations... "

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