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TORINO – The infinite sweetness of a sleeping child. Its mystery and its remoteness. The lashes, the breath, the peach cheeks. Eitan sleeps. Eitan, the loneliest child in the world and yet the least lonely. Eitan the orphan, Eitan the son of all. The lullaby of the resuscitation machines is like the breath of the Big Gentle Giant who loves to bring dreams to people in the fairy tale.
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