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immigration office

the smell of a hospital disinfecting hands and identities placed on the counter. a passport-size ambition a fingerprint of luck. you have arrived. you are here. you came in a bus full of languages funnelled into the room 'welcome to - ' lost and found in translation. you cannot understand you will try to understand. your newness. new you. you are new. you do not understand you are here.
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Aug 31, 2016
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#lost#new#ambition#translation#passport#immigration#arrivals
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