We have a clandestine on board A short story by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher We have a clandestine on board. So they screamed out loud as soon as they saw me. A clandestine, that's what I am to them. Me, a clandestine? How did we get to this? I tried, I really tried to explain myself, to implore them, to make them understand that they condemned me to certain death, but they didn’t want to hear my reasons. They lifted me and escorted me out of the ship about to set sail. "The boat is so big, it's huge!" I said. "Don’t tell me it's a matter of space." They did not, in fact. It's just a personal thing. They just don’t want with me. "That's racism," I shouted, and they laughed, as expected. Come on, I admit, I was waiting for that. However, as they took me down from the boat I was able to see who had instead been welcomed without discussion. "What kind of people are you" I exclaimed with all my heart. "...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher