At the end of Europe. On the other side of Africa lies in the blazing sun. The half-hour crossing costs down at the port in the English city of around 40 €. If you are black and have no ID, you pay in reverse Direction from Tangiers in Morocco from 1000-2000 €. Or you remain forever what you are.
plastic rattle on the beach with wet clothes and soaked bread in the wind. The alluvial eigenähten jacket with the air-filled plastic bottles is an African life jacket. Thousands are in the last ten years been in the Strait killed. The youth of the other is lost quickly when they have to count our cash. Their own European history, which has for centuries these dumb brother in the background is dark, sometimes only the views of the sea. And those dead in the water belong to us all.
Whether I Positive would also tattoo, he asked - I've grown accustomed in the years to delay questions to answer. We did not hurry with it. HIV, he said. Yes, sure. Here, too, they bleed to death. Two pairs of rubber gloves I dressed and had a funny feeling there when I would want to hide shyly in the whole latex. A scam. The death has been under control those who tried to understand him, it's like eating a poisonous puffer fish that you have prepared yourself.
blood is not foreign to me, not even sick blood. I earn my money so honest.
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