How my grandfather came to Lebanon

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Magic carpets always were fashionable in the Middle-East, be it in the days of King Salomon or nowadays. You just have to watch my mother lovingly brush her carpet or shout if any of the boys step on it with a dirty sock to know it is true. Believe don't believe I know of a carpet which saved a boy's life.

Once upon a time, in Turkey, there was a village and there was a Chaldean mayor and his son Joseph. These were dark days, and Muslims killed the mayor. Joseph burried the horror and the pain of this day deep inside him, behaved as if nothing had happened.
Until his school organized an outing. In Joseph's class, there was a boy who was a Pacha's son. This day, all the anger gushed to the surface, and Joseph knew the time had come to avenge his father ; he throttled the Pacha's boy.
News travelled fast, as they always do. Joseph was denounced. To save him, his mother decided to flee. In the living room, the carpet seemed to wink up at her.
The former mayor's wife fetched a donkey, loaded it with a rolled carpet inside which a boy lay huddled and hidden, and set off. Southwards she went, for weeks and weeks she went south.
Nobody questioned her at the frontiers : just an old woman, a donkey, and a carpet.
And that is how she smuggled her son into Lebanon, under the protection of the family's magic carpet.
Like a caterpillar out of its cocoon, Joseph emerged from the carpet into a new land, a new life.
I don't know what happened to the carpet after this, but I like to imagine it safely rolled in some attic, ready to fly with another passenger.