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– Maybe I was wrong. It is the fears of the past that are making themselves felt. Sultana listened to the Guilt, and mentally compared pictures from the past. Murky episodes surfaced in her memory. Once forgotten failures were being restored.

– What are you thinking about? Sultana returned to reality.

– Yes, just about nothing. It is lunchtime. Can we have lunch together?

– With pleasure. To his surprise, Vina’s hostility to the Sultan was replaced by sympathy. She found in it a lot in common with herself and her past. The girls actually found something to talk about.

– “You don’t look like a Moroccan at all.”

– Yes. I was born in Europe.

– And where? If it is not a secret. Vina, taken by surprise, did not know what to answer. Indonesia dropped out for security reasons. And not knowing what to come up with, she named the first country that popped up in her memory.

– Albania.

– Albania?

– Yes. I was born and raised in this country. Then she married Adjo.

– So marry Adjo. Sultana had suspicions about the honesty of the words of Guilt. And she kept asking leading questions. – You must love your husband very much.