Felipe Agudelo

Refugees

20 thousand dollars that amount could be a year's meal, a life-changing surgery, the down payment for an apartment, on second thought, is not such a large amount, it certainly doesn't pay even closely for the pain those bastards caused my father, but it's still more than enough to change my life... I remember when I get to Canada, it's cold, snow is a beautiful thing but when it touches your bare skin for the first time you feel like dying, nothing to do with the Caribbean sun, although if I think about it right, the heat and cold burn almost the same, as if they were the same, like the times when hunger feels so deep and painful in the stomach that it is not possible to eat anything, or when the tiredness of a double shift at work is such that all the body wants to do is jump, dance and laugh. I wonder if those who destroyed my land loved it so deeply that this feeling could do nothing but be confused with anger and hatred.