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Nadine and us By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher Many often used to say that we understand the true value of things only when we lose them. A kind of thought, like many others, who are lost in the crowded heap of acclaimed banalities. Yet, history tells and frequently recalls that, in the ingenuity of the recurrent painting, new colors are hidden, giving an original sense to the past. Perhaps, this is the only way to write other stories. As the day when the girl with a skin as complex as her origins was invited by the literature professor to read her composition before the class. A sort a poem around the given topic, a goodbye letter and a heartfelt prayer, all in one page, writing without thinking, with a naked heart and trembling hands. Maybe something made of incautious words, considering her audience, far from ready to accept such gifts, at least on paper. Despite that, someone should start to incise the latter with something sadly honest. Before the teacher's exh...