All through the night, Alia, Anis, his brothers and neighbours took the books from the library, passed them over the seven-foot wall and hid them in the restaurant.

He recalls, lovingly, the old black leatherette sofa on which he and his siblings played; the magical dial of the radio; the horse which rubbed its flanks along the wall.

Not to worry, look what I had installed. -A secret revolving wall. Dude, you're a genius!