We don’t run away from death. We scoop it out with our finest possessions.
If this diary finds you, build something. Not a wall. A door. refugee the diary of ali ismail
"These are Italian," he said. "I saved three years for these. My father never owned leather shoes." We don’t run away from death
I write this to tell you the invention . but the pencil marks are legible.
Then he used his expensive Italian shoes as a bail bucket. He scooped the Aegean Sea out of our coffin, one sole-full at a time.
Note to the reader: This entry was found sealed inside a plastic bag, wedged between the inner and outer hull of a deflated dinghy washed ashore on Lesvos. The ink is smeared, but the pencil marks are legible.