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In Amsterdam in transit you have to pass security a second time   (You do not belong here      you do not belong) Short of precious minutes I had the urgent answer to his question ready ‘My mother is in hospital’ He asked (have they been trained?) Is she ok? Time notwithstanding, keen not to let this opportunity slip by of putting border policing in its rightful place next to human suffering I answered No. She’s dying. It worked. He shifted in his seat and looked uncomfortable, a bit ashamed The ground I’d occupied and thought was safe sloped suddenly away (Don’t feel it.      Do not let him in.) Hairline cracks appearing everywhere I said ‘But no one lives forever, right?’ Uncertainty. Dark hesitancy in his eyes. The thought of what to lose a mother might perhaps be like. Not good. I glimpsed then the significance of mother to a man. And then I ran.
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May 4, 2024
May 4, 2024 at 9:32 AM UTC
And then I ran
In Amsterdam in transit you have to pass security a second time   (You do not belong here      you do not belong) Short of precious minutes I had the urgent answer to his question ready ‘My mother is in hospital’ He asked (have they been trained?) Is she ok? Time notwithstanding, keen not to let this opportunity slip by of putting border policing in its rightful place next to human suffering I answered No. She’s dying. It worked. He shifted in his seat and looked uncomfortable, a bit ashamed The ground I’d occupied and thought was safe sloped suddenly away (Don’t feel it.      Do not let him in.) Hairline cracks appearing everywhere I said ‘But no one lives forever, right?’ Uncertainty. Dark hesitancy in his eyes. The thought of what to lose a mother might perhaps be like. Not good. I glimpsed then the significance of mother to a man. And then I ran.
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May 4, 2024
May 4, 2024 at 9:32 AM UTC
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