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ONE day back there in the good old days when I was nine and the
world was full of every imaginable kind of magnificence, and life
was still a delightful and mysterious dream, my cousin Mourad,
who was considered crazy by everybody who knew him except
me, came to my house at four in the morning and woke me up
tapping on the window of my room.
Aram, he said.
I jumped out of bed and looked out of the window.
I couldn't believe what I saw.
It wasn't morning yet, but it was summer and with daybreak
not many minutes around the corner of the world it was light
enough for me to know I wasn't dreaming.
My cousin Mourad was sitting on a beautiful white horse.
I stuck my head out of the window and rubbed my eyes.
Yes, he said in Armenian. It's a horse. You're not dreaming.
Make it quick if you want to ride.​

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