![]() “I get two weeks off every six weeks, so I travel a lot.” They go on to mention other plans of places to venture to during time off. “Oh,” the resident of the far flung, war-torn, sometimes hot country replies. ![]() “How did you even get here today, to come to this party?” The inquiring someone is duly impressed, not expecting such an exotic response. ![]() They work in this country as a staffer with a United Nations agency. The second someone answers and names-somewhat grandly, ready to enjoy the response-a country many miles from the East Coast of the United States, which has been called war-torn and which all would agree is seasonally exceptionally hot. Someone asks someone else where they live. I am at a party on the East Coast of the United States with (mostly) white Americans. All quotes are general recollections that convey the spirit of the conversation. My Fourth Time, We Drowned: Seeking Refuge on the World’s Deadliest Migration Route by Sally Hayden.
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