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What Makes Me Myself Rather Than Anyone Else Is The Very Fact That I Am Poised Between Two Countries, Two Or Three Languages, And Several Cultural Traditions. It Is Precisely This That Defines My Identity. Would I Exist More Authentically If I Cut Off A Part Of Myself

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What Makes Me Myself

Amin Maalouf

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What Makes Me Myself Rather Than Anyone Else Is The Very Fact That I Am Poised Between Two Countries, Two Or Three Languages, And Several Cultural Traditions. It Is Precisely This That Defines My Identity. Would I Exist More Authentically If I Cut Off A Part Of Myself

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