I know one thing.
I know only that.
And it is enough for me.
I know there is a world where a three-year-old named Aylan is found dead on a beach.
He is photographed.
And the horrible design goes around the same world.
I know that there is another world where the child is not dead, he is just resting after carefree diving and cavorting in the waves.
He loves bathing suit, but he is ever in a hurry to enter the sea and because he is an anarchist and eccentric child.
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