"Ah, aren't you Turkish?" The question rumbled in a portal surrounded by snow in a building in Berlin. "Spanish ?! Long live 'Malorca'!" The words of the German neighbor echoed in the dark Central European afternoon. They were pronounced in Kreuzberg, a neighborhood, precisely, full of families of Turkish nationality or origin. The effusive greeting followed an unexpected act: the big man who had contemplated other times without flinching as he climbed 89 steps with a heavy suitcase, grabbed it and helped me

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