The name of my lover was Maximillian. It was one of those names that made you think of a cold and noble knight carrying a sword that reminds you how far apart you are. What's strange is that he'd said so many things when we were together but the one that stuck was, "So you're African, an Arab and a Jew at the same time!" "How could you expect me to marry you?" If you ask me who he was, I'll tell you. He was everything I wasn't: White, English and a Protestant. And there was one more thing he didn't know. It was even worse, much worse! The truth is, I was African, an Arab and a Muslim — a lying Muslim nonetheless...I had no intention to make that public! A Muslim hooker in Paris would undoubtedly raise questions. Besides, I was too young to blurt out mind numbing philosophical things like "Prostitution is above all religions because it's older than all of them..."