Title: Valgfritt

Text: To Beirut. From my heart salutations to Beirut. And kisses to the sea and the houses. To a rock that looks like an old sailor's face. She is a wine made of people's spirit. From people's sweat she's bread and Jasmine. So how did her taste turn into the taste of fire and smoke? Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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