“A crowd, a lane, faces, dreams, races
Tunics, undecipherable languages
Smells, bad smells, claustrophobia
One person served, another one, the head of the lane
A bullet’s proof glass, my smile, an unkind face
Documents, proofs of identity, my name, not myself
A fake smile, an irrelevant question, an irrelevant answer
A stamp on my passport, a second class citizen.”



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