Mustafa Salahuddin Al Jabr should mutter her because of the luck

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--
the causes of my suffering was a matter which would
cause a Westerner to recoil in disbelief; the whole change-
over of my original body had taken place. The substitute
body had been teleported elsewhere and allowed to fall to
dust. For those who are sincerely interested, it is an old
Eastern art and can be read about in certain books.
I lay for a few moments, collecting my strength. Outside
the window a late fishing boat went phut-phutting by. The
stars were bright, and Ireland's Eye was bathed in moon-
light. The old man smiled and said, "A pleasant view you
have here!" I nodded silently, straightened my spine, folded
my legs beneath me, and drifted off like a puff of smoke.
For a time I hovered above the headland, gazing down at
the moonlit countryside. Ireland's Eye, the island just off
the coast, farther out the Island of Lambay. Behind glowed
the bright lights of Dublin, a modern, well-lit city indeed.
As I rose higher, slowly, I could see the magnificent curve
of Killenye Bay, so reminiscent of Naples, and beyond-
Greystones and Wicklow. Off I drifted, out of this world,
out of this space and time. On, to a plane of existence which
cannot be described in