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NORWEGIAN PART

Merhaba! Or “hello” as it is in English. My name is Isra and I am twenty years old. I work as a maid in a mansion in a town in Cappadocia. I take care of the children and I clean the house. My boss, the father of the children, treats me very badly. If I do not do my tasks I get punished.

Yesterday the children decided to prank me. Early in the morning, right after breakfast, I heard a scream from the stables. It was Uner, the youngest, he was screaming: “Help! Help!” I dropped the bucket I was holding and rushed towards the stables. I carefully stepped inside, it was as dark as the water in the well. “Uner, where are you?” I asked. Suddenly I slipped on something wet and sticky, the smell was awful. I fell to the ground and realized I was covered in warm, fresh donkey feces. I heard the children laughing as they ran out of the stables.