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I was living in some house where a war was occurring. At some point a soldier burst in the house. He took off his equipment and said he was tired of fighting. He was Turkish; I think a member of the side fighting my country. He stayed in my house after that, hiding from his companions and from enemy soldiers. We became friends. He told me about how he wanted to go home, and showed me pictures of his family on his phone -- I recall a young female baby, maybe a sister or niece. He was interested by the fact that I liked raki.
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