Refugee The Diary Of Ali Ismail -

The man next to me, a dentist from Aleppo named Tarek, keeps checking his phone. There is no signal. The battery is at 4%. He is scrolling through photos of his dental clinic. White tiles. A poster about flossing. It looks like a museum of another universe.

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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. The man next to me, a dentist from