"Casablanca no es una ciudad, es una casa: blanca como su nombre lo indica, con puertas y ventanas de color café y una palmera en el centro de un antejardín verde. Y así ha sido siempre y así siempre será, incambiada, incambiable, como el loquito de arriba, el que dijo: "Yo soy el que soy". Yo también. Yo soy el que soy''--Page [4] of cover. The rain falls on Casablanca in violent greatness. As if guided by the hand of my lord Satan, water slides down its rooftop breaking tiles, forming lagoons -- bubbling in its cursed ire. A single palm tree stands tall at the center of a bright green forecourt while bright white walls frame doors and windows of an earthy brown. Casablanca is not a city but a house -- as unchanging and unchangeable as the voice that lives in above stairs that said: "I Am Who I Am." I am as well. I am who I am.
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