The Refugee

A Refugee He had been given a lift by a Lithuanian truck driver to a little town in inland Norway where the winter starts in September and is cold and unforgiven as its inhabitants. The truck driver had given him money for coffee, and cigarettes. Not dressed for winter this swarthy unshaven Levant perhaps Iraq, a flotsam from a war caused by black stuff that came up from the earth and cursed them. He walked into the railway station had a coffee but sat So long a guard came and told him to leave. In the waiting room, he felt strange, sweated needed air went outside to cool down and collapsed, pneumonia and lack of nutrition an ambulance arrived people gathered Around, bloody refugees get everything for free someone in the crowd murmured.