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name: Zeev

godmother: vadjutka

Zeev was born in a small town in the middle of the israeli desert, the Negev. He was quite an ordinary kid, except that he felt himself very alone. One day, around the age of 6, he was heading home from school, when suddenly he saw a baby wolf on the street. In that very moment he knew: he is not alone anymore. He was so happy to walk on the street with the little wolf: "My name means wolf, and this little animal is a wolf, this encounter cannot be by chance" he thought. He was playing with the wolf like a pet, gave food for him, and even slept with him. One week later another 6-year-old kid arrived to the town desperately seeking his beloved wolf. The boy was crying: and Zeev was deeply touched by this. Although his heart was bleeding he gave back the baby wolf to the boy, and from then on they became best friends. The boy's name was Abdellahi. 'story by vadjutka'

name: jules

godmother: ingersworld

Jules has just woken up and is slightly confused, why is he here? Upon looking down he discoveres a startling fact, he has a body! Hairy and all. Last time he looked he was just a head, why did they do this to him? He never asked for a body! He was perfectly content to be just his head. Now he has to go places, do stuff..

He looks across the room to find a ogling crowd of people in white coats looking at him. And do you like your body they ask.

Do I he wonders......do I?

'story by Inger'

name: gomez

godmother: stemmelina

Gomez's dream since he was a child was to be a top model.

Now he is 18 and all through the years he imagined himself on the catwalk.

He spent countless hours at hair salons,spas,gyms and solarium. 

His body was his temple.Now he is ready for his first photo shoot.

All he needs now is to wax his arm pits.

Wish him Good Luck !!!

'story by meli'

name: abdellahi

godmother: chichiboulie

From his bed beneath the mosquito netting, Abdellahi dreams of the Parisian life. He once had a friend who visited Paris and came back to tell him stories of life in this far away land, of cafes and museums and the left bank. With him, his friend brought a scarf for Abdellahi. He told Abdellahi that all French men wear scarves and it has since become Abdellahi's favourite accessory. He wears it despite the summer heat. And though it is true that it sometimes provokes strange looks from people in the streets, Abdellahi ignores the stares and instead continues to dream of life far away.

'story by chichi'

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