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Three women were living in one of the villages. The first was evil, the second was lying, and the third was selfish. Their ages were different. Completely different. The first had passed eighty and was a widow. Or almost. The second was thirty-six and had never betrayed her husband. Until now. The third was about to turn eleven, and all the boys in her school longed for her to be their girlfriend. You must have understood. The three were different. Yet they shared a common point, secretly, somewhat: all three dreamed of leaving. Yes, leaving Gevreni, that famous village whose name arouses desire in many people to cross the whole world just to stroll in it for a few hours. Strange, the desire to leave Gevreni. Don’t you think so? Three women were living in one of the villages. The third was the most talented, the second was the most cunning, the first was the most determined. In your opinion, which one of them managed to escape? The third, the youngest, was named Vanit Morel; the second was named Stephanie Dupan; the first, the oldest, is me.