Trafika Europe 6 - Arabesque

men don’t cry

Dounia walked away, with tears in her eyes, and never looked back, her slimmed down body dragging a suitcase that seemed to weigh a hundred kilos. Instinctively, I made to help her, but my father restrained me by the shoulder. I watched her disappear into the car with her hundred kilo suitcase, with Daniel, his hairy wrist and his enormous watch that could tell the time all the way to the moon. That was how Dounia left us, after waiting in vain for my parents to love her in the right way. Nobody saw her again for almost ten years.

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