Tombasin uttu!

My Sven not at school. I see Josh and Cressida who smiles at me. ‘We had a lovely time at Bella and Tom’s,’ she say. ‘It was so nice to sample one of your national dishes - and there’s everyone thinking you only did beetroot.’

Mrs Awale asks if I is having a depression. She ask if I want to come back to where she live and before I know it we are on bus to Finsbury Park. Hers is small flat up many stairs where you not even think there is a room. I see she embarrassed for me to see that she does not have many things but in my experience most English has too much and at least there is plenty charity shops to give all their horrid things.

She make me cup of tea and put arm around me. I see photo on her table. Is nice-looking man with big smile. She say is her husband. ‘Is he out at work?’ I say. She look at photo and tell me he not, he dead. He killed in Somalia by rebel people who want to take over government. She not even know where he buried. Is why she and Ahmed must leave their country fast-like.

I put arm around her now. We is both doing our boo-hooing together, except she only do little cry and she ask me if I am alright. I say it is nothing and she give me another cup of tea. I say we is being like English people who is drinking the tea when they is too embarrassed to say what they really meaning. She say I am trying to be like English person and we both laughing.

I not telling her that I escape from my country too. I not telling her I leave letter for my mother on table to say I go to America with dream of making career in fast-food so she not know where I am. She want me to marry Arvo Pitkin. I not care if he big in fridge magnet business and has loft apartment in downtown Tallinn. He forty years old and big in stomach too, with hairy bits in all places except the head. Is not surprising I run away.Tombasin uttu!