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Conversation with F

One of the short stories I wrote during the time I worked with refugees
 
When I sit alone at the table for a moment, F walks towards me and asks me if I have some time. I tell him that I certainly have time and ask him if he would like to sit next to me. He sits down and gives me two cookies to go with my tea. I ask him how he is doing and he says everything is fine. I look at his foot, which moves restlessly and his hands who are shaking and ask him “are you sure?” Then he starts talking. About his life in his country, about his flight, about the threat letters he receives, about how scared he is that he will be sent back, but most of all he talks about his life in The Netherlands as an illegal. That people refuse to talk with him, that they avoid him, don’t see him. “Without papers you actually don’t exist” He remains silent for a while and stares at the glass of tea in his hands. Then he finishes his tea, stands up and shakes my hand. “Thank you” he says. “For what?” I ask him a little surprised. “Thank you for treating me like a human being, now I feel a bit human again” With a smile on his face he walks out the door, back to living on the streets.
Written by Duende
Published | Edited 22nd Mar 2017
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