“Well, that was a drag,” Ibrahim mutters as he tosses the smoldering nub of cigarette over the troller’s side. Dawn is breaking, a shining pink swordpoint cutting away the blackness from the Libyan coast. Saïd nods on absently, wondering if he will ever see it again, his home. Mother, father, sisters and brothers. Friends. Comrades, [...]
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