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Fleeing Arzawa king Matus reached to the high gates of the walled city of Hattusa, he pleaded with the gate keepers "They come after me!, I beg you let me in!, don't let me face those whose lives I may have ruined!".. The gates were sealed as his faith, his cries were in vain as the angry crowd of crippled slaves rushed down from the nearby hills.. "Lost book of Muvattali 1290BC"
I wasn't the best behaving kid in the neighborhood, one day my dad told me to drive a nail to the front door every time I was mean to other kids, later when I came back to tell him that the the door has been covered with nails, he said `go back pull one nail out every day you are kind to another kid.. that is the real virtue!'.. I came back to tell my dad that all the nails were out, then he told me `now go back look at that door, broken hearts don't mend easy like those nail holes left behind'.. "Kalp Hirsizi"