rlbourges

Notes for the next one

In notes on January 18, 2015 at 2:08 pm

“At the factory, they don’t even pretend anymore. You’re stealing a job, clear out, go back to Morocco, they say. I was born here, I’m as French as they are. My buddy said: ignore them.

I marched with everybody else in Albi. They made fun of me at home. My mother watches the Arabic stations all day. They say we should go back to our own, the French will kill us, every last one… At the end of the march, my legs got heavier and heavier. I sat on a low wall. Cried and cried. I couldn’t stand up anymore. Couldn’t feel my legs. A man stopped to help me. He said it was fear paralysis.”

He repeated the two words. “That’s what it was. After he said it, I walked again. I’m afraid. At the factory, they don’t even pretend anymore.”

He stopped.DSCN7230

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