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My friend’s racist parents

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It was late spring, perhaps early summer. We, I say we – because it was us. A group of friends. We spent most of our time gathering around a central playground, someone had stolen a cigarette from his parent, another one was trading biscuits for Cheeze Doodles. The shy boy who was madly in love with Sandra. But what united us all was our diversity -the catholic cousins from Syria, Farboud from Iran, my Finnish friend, Patrik from Poland and Magnus from Sweden to name a few.

Magnus was a popular guy, everyone wanted to hang out with him and he was definitely a charmer among the girls. I really liked him, I really did. It was years later I understood what actually happened and how........

© The Times of Israel (Blogs)

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