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Dear diary, today is January 1st, 2017, I have exactly 1 year to return to my country of origin, I am sitting with a suitcase between my legs, my diary on them and a black feather, barely enough to see, I guess I'll have to buy a new one, a few moments ago I saw people arguing, disabled having to look for the room without any support, children receiving sermons from their mothers for human errors, people saying goodbye to their family and then going through those controls, men with tattoos and a somewhat rough look classified as arms traffickers, drugs or simply bad, but possibly have the biggest heart among all people who are in this airport, I have seen so many things that I think where we are going, but ... I should leave ... my flight is about to leave! I will write when I arrive, I promise


Att: Lili, your dear writer

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