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One cloudy morning from the early forty -nine, and from the Radio of Karachi, who spoke in the Arabian Karachi, Taji Abdul Majeed broadcast the news of the execution of Iraqi Communist Youssef Salman, known as Fahd. Her voice is deep, neutral, strange to her ears. She took off from her throat her natural resonance and read the news without a soul, in a rough tone like a gallows. Its tears were alienated after the microphone was extinguished. Wipe it before it comes out of the studio. The influence is suspicious and its suspicions is enough. She went to the laundry and built her palm several times of blood that is not seen with the abstract eye. Three characters, two women and a man, each of which has her voice and her own story, meets in a novel where love meets music and poetry with spy. The crown of the kings Abdul Majeed, the free journalist, the owner of the Al -Rahhab magazine, which was sponsored by Nuri Al -Saeed in the 1940s. Mansour Al -Badi, her Palestinian colleague on Radio Karachi, who immigrated to Venezuela and became a consultant to its President Hugo Chavez. Wudian Al -Malah, the violinist in the Iraqi symphony orchestra, whose ear is beyond the designers of it because she was rebellion against the whims of the "e;professor"e;. A predecessor after a predecessor, the landlord flirts with the threads of the facts with the spinning of imagination, when the destinies of human beings distract from their natural paths, passing eighty years from the history of a tormented and tormented country.