How to inhabit my future by Anthea Pretorius # I push a glass of iced tea closer to the Syrian man. Beside it is a plate of grapes and watermelon, cheese and biscuits. “Eat, please. Take your time. I want to hear your story,” I say. “Why? It is a terrible story…,’ he looks away....
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