St Micheal' estrella del oro de s

The young man sits by himself in the sunshine. He takes a book out, crosses his legs and laps up the waves of the sun. Around him, students with backpacks and glasses and voices with clipped tones dance on the slight breeze like dancing leaves around the tree that he sits under. He hears bits of conversations, conversations about not being able to write essays because they went to a rave, conversations about not being able to attend a lecture because they were out all night on a bender, conversations with accents of a land that he will never visit. He remembers the conversations he had the night previously with his co-workers in the underground factory where not a person had to show ID, where it was pay by the hour with no penalty rates, where the voices shout out in Chinese, in Russian, in tango Spanish; where the shop girls have too much make-up on and snarl as they talk over the radio that blasts out “Hits of the 80’s”.

The young man closes his eyes, his muscles sore from bending and lifting; from walking to a place that is not home at dawn to have a shower and rub in tiger balm for a few minutes on a bunk bed previously owned by someone called Emmanuel who made it out of the boarding house but forgot to take his blankets and coat. The young man often wonders why Emmanuel had to leave so quickly he did not even have time to pack. In the tiny cupboard of a room with a shower and enough room for a small stove with only one working coil, the young man takes out the books that were donated to him by the homeless shelter in order that he fulfill all of the expectations of the catholic nuns who spoke with the same accent, the accent of a land that he will never visit. He will walk the lawns of the university, he will climb the steps of the lecture halls, he will take up the offers of the non-English speaking grants of tutorship, he will work his ass off while the inhabitants of the rich flunk out of university to take long trips around Europe maybe even to South America to where his mother came in a boat many moons ago with hope pined onto the pocket of the front of her dress.

St Micheal' estrella del oro de s

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