Lily, Jay's Beloved_Trapped_Woman in Southern Sudan_BUT THIS DAY NEVER ENDS
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Lily, Jay's Beloved
Lily had just turned seventy, or so she thought. The last time she was asked her age was way back in the early 2000s when Katrina and Rita struck. This was when she and Jay her beloved were trying to get pregnant fruitlessly. She had had many doctor visits, where her age, weight and height were measurewww.onedoor.ccd, before she finally threw in the towel. The dyad had contemplated adoption but for some reason they concluded against it.For ages it had just been the two of them. Both of them were orphans and the only people they could dare to call family were those from the orphanage who seemed quite elated ...
Trapped
“Listen, I beg you. Please, listen to me Mike. This is getting out of hand... I can’t take it anymore!” “Look, all I’m saying is; I need a small break from all this…I think you do too. Just a little time away from each other. We can’t keep doing this, Mike” I begged desperately, still locked inside the bathroom. “You can’t leave me Lena, I won’t let you! Not now, not ever, you hear me, never!” Mike’s voice came roaring from the other side of the door. “How dare you! After all I’ve done for you, and your family? How dare you tell me you want to leave?” “Why I’m I not surprised? Huh…I knew you...
Woman in Southern Sudan
WOMAN IN SOUTHERN SUDANIn July, 1971, I began an open-ended journey, with only a fixed destination, Tanzania. After my flight from California to Europe, I was determined to travel overland, by whatever means available, which included some hitching but mainly boats, rickety trains, overcrowded buses, and exhaust-spewing lorries (trucks)—either in the cab or atop the overloaded goods the lorry was carrying. I wanted to experience Africans close-up, not viewing them from a distance or even separating myself from them with a first-class ticket. So most of the time I traveled third class, by whatev...
BUT THIS DAY NEVER ENDS
BUT THIS DAY NEVER ENDS It wasn’t noon yet , Carl wouldn’t call before two. More than two hours to spend waiting seemed to her too long to bear. For a moment, yes, just a bit of time as escaped from the time, she seemed to hear again what her friend Nathalie often said, to express her surprise, but also her disappointment for the time that is too fast. How many times she had heard Nathalie saying : “But how, is it already one o’clock? Ah, impossible, I was sure it wasn’t yet ten!” or: “ But how, is it already Friday? Oh, but it seemed to me that the week had just begun” At these expressions o...