Tonight, somebody who I respect very much, told me that the moment he understood that I was really a Montsorolien was when he saw me tearing out the stone staircase. He understood, and so did I, that this was a defining moment for what it means to conserve my personal heritage, along with the heritage of the village where I live.
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SOS d'un terrien en détresse
Daniel Balavoine
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