Deportation story By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher A nightmare. This is a nightmare, but I am awake. It would be wonderful if I was still asleep; I would give anything to find myself in one of those stories, where I can open my eyes and everything comes back as before. I still see the scene again as if it were now, again, and again. I am at home, quiet, confident that the door and the walls will protect me. Because there is danger out there, this is what they taught me, and that's what I share every day with my peers. Evil lurks in the folds of what I ignore and that is different from me, this is the only news to be spread in every corner of the brain as in every plot of the heart. Suddenly I hear screams beyond the door, they call my name without mentioning it, but I know it's me, I know it's me who their talking about, who they are looking for. Not the third, nor even the second, but the door yields to the first blow, showing me instantly how foolish I ...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher