It is a town of immigrants, immigrants even more in their absence. Those who could escape already did. The ones who arrived did not come by choice; they were simply placed here. Money paid for the journey — boat, truck — and money paid for a square metre where they would sleep. Money paid for silence, for unnoticing at one border first, then another. So…
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