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How long did I wander in Caesarea,
That enchanting place where my heart had adored you.
—Racine, Bérénice, I, 4.
I was only a child of the peace, born into a strange postwar. How could I have…
Contributor:
Claude Gutman
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1981