C'est l'ivresse. Plus rien ne me r茅siste. Monsieur Ibrahim m'a donn茅 l'arme absolue. Je mitraille le monde entier avec mon sourire. On ne me traite plus comme un cafard.
Monsieur Ibrahim et les fleurs du Coran, E. E. Schmitt
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