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Yesterday,Iheardacarenginegettingcloser,andclimbeduptohideinthebeamsofthepatchedroof.Butthemenjustlookedinquicklythroughtheworn-outwindowsandbrokendoorsbeforetheyleft.Iclungtothedustywoodenbeam,feelingitwouldbendundermyweight,andtriedtomakenonoise.Myarmsandlegsgrewnumb,andthenbegantotremble.Ilongedtomove,butIwaiteduntilIheardthepolicemendriveoff.

Iknowthattheywillreturn.Whenwebeganthefinalpartofourjourney,wewerewarnedthatthepolicepatrolledthelandaroundhereregularly.Theyarealwayssearchingforus,orotherslikeus;

thecoastofMoroccoandthepresidioofCeutaareonlytenmilesawayacrosstheStraits.

ThatishowIgothere:

squeezedinwithfifteenothermeninashallowboatmeantforeight,withthecoldwavesreachingoverthesidesandthenightdeepandblackasatomb.Ihadneverbeenmorescared.Iprayedallthewayacross,andthoughtaboutmyfamily.Itoldmyself,overandover,thatIwasdoingitforthem.Thattriptookalmostallofmymoney.AllofthemoneyIhadsavedinEcuador.Theboatmenleftusonabeachinthemiddleofthenight.Welostsightofthembutwecouldstillheartheirsmallengineacrossthewaves.Sixofusstartedwalkinginlandbuttheotherswaitedforthecontacts,thefriendsoftheboatmen,astheyhadbeentold.

Wewerelucky:

wemetPaulo.Wefoundthetownandwaiteduntilthefirstbaropened;

Iwentinalonewhiletheothershidintheorchardnearby.WhenIaskedforacupofcoffee,theyoungbarmanlookedatmeandnodded.Hemadethecoffee,andthendisappearedintothebackroom.Coldandwithoutstrength,Iwrappedmyhandsaroundthewarmcup,notcaringwhetherthebarmanhadcalledthepolice,notcaringaboutthenextmoment,justaboutthepresent.

ButthemanhadcalledPaulo,whocameandhelpedus.Paulowasalwayssmiling,alwayshappy.HewasfromSeville,abusycityofmanypeople,andheknewmanypeople.Paulofoundworkforus.Imadegoodmoneyonthefarms.Ipickedcabbages,beans,cucumbersandpeas.Ipickedgreatroundyellowsquashesthatsmelledofrichperfumewhenyoubrokethem.Thefarmershiredusbytheday,andwerecontent.Thelocalpeoplewouldneverworkforthewageswewerepaid.Butthereweremanyfarms,andmanycropstobepicked.Wewerewelcomed.

Isharedasmallcleanhouseinthetownwithsevenotherworkers.WehadjourneyedfromEcuador,Colombia,Venezuela,evenArgentina.Paulofoundthehouseforus—heknewthelandlordandarrangedagoodprice.Welivedwell,withenoughfoodandsometimeswine.IearnedmoreinaweekthanIcouldinthreemonthsbackhomeiftherehadbeenworktodothere.Isentmostofthemoneythatwaslefttomywifeandparents,andwrotemanyletterstothem.Thenthegovernmentchangedtherulessothatweneededworkpermits.

Iqueuedwithhundredsofotherworkers,waitingfortheapplicationforms.Wesatonthestonebenchesbeneaththetreesandreadtheforms.Someoftheotherworkerswerefromsmallvillagesandtowns,andcannotreadaswellasIcan,soIexplainedtothemthatthegovernmentwantedourbirthcertificates,drivinglicenses,passportsandmanyotherdocuments.Manyoftheworkershadperhapsoneortwoofthesedocuments,butmosthadnone.Ihelpedtheotherscompletetheformsandwegavethemtotheclerk.Helookedatourdocuments,stampedtheformsmanytimesandtoldusthattheywouldbesenttoMadrid,andourpermitswouldbereturnedintwoorthreemonthsiftheformswereapproved.

Wehadtowait.EvenPauloandhisfriendscouldnothelpus.

Thefirstmonthwasnottoobadasmostofthefarmerscontinuedtouseus;

theircropswererich,waitingtobepicked.ThensomemenfromMadridvisitedallofthefarms,andmaybehalfofthefarmersstoppedusingus.Thefarmerstoldusthattheyweresorry,andweunderstoodthem.

Sothesecondmonthwasworse:

onlyafewofthefarmerswoulduseus,andthosethatdidpayverypoorwages.Wesharedwhatwehad,andateonceaday:

rice,porridge,bread,cheapfoodthatwouldfillourstomachs.Webegantostareateachother,andwonderwhichofuswouldfindwork.Therewerefightsinthemorning,betweendifferentgroupsofworkers,whenthefarms’supervisorscametochoosewhowouldworkthatday.Butstillwehadsomehope.

Welostthehouseinthethirdmonth,aswehadnomoneyforrent.Wewereabletogetsomefoodfromthecharitykitchensaroundthetown,andthechurch,butwefoundalwaysalongqueueandverylittlefood.Wetookourbagsandblanketsandsleptinthefields.Thentheweatherbecamecoldandwesleptwherewecould,huddletogether,inoldforgottenbuildingsandalleys.SometimesIdreamedofmyfamily,andwhenIawoke,Iwishedthedreamcouldcontinue.

Thepeopleofthetownstaredatusfromthesidesoftheireyesastheypassedus.Theyclenchedtheirhandsandmuttered,andsomeofthemspatonthepavement.Afewofuswereattackedandbeateninthedark,anddrivenfromtheparksandstreets.Allofthetime,thepolicetoldustomoveon,moveon.

Itistheendofthethirdmonthwhenithappened.

Thefarmershiredcoachesandsentthemintothetown.Fromfouro’clockinthemorningwewaitedinagitatingsilence,handspusheddeepintopockets,ourhatspulleddowntightagainstthecoldandthewatchingpolicemen.

Bythetimethecoachesarrived,therewerehundredsofworkerswaitinginthedarkness.Wepressedforwardasthedoorsopened.Thesupervisorsstoodonthebottomstepsofthecoachesandasked,“Whohasthepermit?

”

Themenwithpermitsheldthemupandwereallowedontothecoaches.

SomeoftheworkerswerefromthecountriesinEuropeanddidnotneedpermits,sotheywereallowedonwhentheyshowedtheirpassports.IwentfromcoachtocoachuntilIsawagroupofChileans,whoIknewhavenopermits,climbingaboardawaitingcoach.Theleaderoftheirgroupspokefirstwiththesupervisorandshookhishand,andthentheyweretakenon.Istoodbeforethesupervisor.

“Youhavethepermit?

”heaskedme.Hewasbroad,stoutandfilledthedoorwayofthecoach.Hisfatneckspiltfromtheupturnedcollarofhisleatherjacket.Hishairwasshavenclosetohishead.IexplainedtohimthatmyapplicationwasrejectedbutIwouldtryagain.

“Comebackwhenyouhaveapermit,”hetoldme.Hefrownedasheinhaledasmokeandlookeddowntheavenuetowherethepolicemenwatchingthecoaches.IexplainedtohimthatIwasahardworker,thatIhadeatenonlyonceinthreedays,thatIwaseagertoworkandsendmoneytomyfamily.

Helookedatthepolicemen,whohadstartedwalkingalongthepavementbesidethecoaches,andglaredatmeandsaid,“GotoMadridandtellthem.”

TheChileanswerelaughingandpointingatmethroughthecoachwindows.

Thesupervisortossedhishalf-finishedcigaretteintothegutterbymyfoot.AtthemomentIstabbedhiminthestomach.Hebentdownwithasmallcry.

ThepolicemenlookedatusandIbegantorunawayfromthecoaches,intothedarksidestreets.Iheardloudrunningstepsclosebehindme,andtheroarofcarengines.

Islidintotheshadowsofashop’sbackdoor,behindtwotallmetalcontainersthatstankofrottenmeatandspoiledfoodstuff.Igasped,andeachbreathburnt.Myhearthammeredagainstmychest.

Iwaitedforalongtimeuntilthesoundsofthecarsandpeoplefaded.Iwalkedslowlytotheendofthealley,andlookedout,butthestreetswereempty.

Ihadrunalmosttotheriver;

Icouldhearitrushinginthedarknessbeneathme.

Myrighthandfeltcold.Ilookeddownintheyellowlightofastreetlamp,andsawmyhandstillclenchedintoafist.Itlookedlikethehandofanotherperson,notpartofme.Ashortblade,nolongerthanmythumb,stuckoutfromthefist.Theblade,myfist,andmysleevewereallstaineddarkred.

PaulogavemetheknifewhenIpickedcucumbersonthefarms.Theshortbladewasverysharp,madeforcuttingtheplants’stalks.

Iscrambleddowntothebanksoftheriverandthrewtheknifeintotheriverwater.Ihearditsplashedfaraway.Therivertouchedmyfeet.Iboweddownandwashedmysleeveandhands,althoughthewaterwassocold,likeice,thatmyhandbecamenumb.ThenIwalkedbackuptothestreet.

Ifoundsomeoftheotherworkershidinginthedesertedwarehousewehadfound.OneofthemwenttofindPaulo,whocameandtoldmeabouttheoldfarmbuildingsneartothecoastroad.IwaiteduntildarknessbeforeIfollowedtheroadoutofthetown,throwingmyselfintotheditchifIheardacarapproaching.

TheweatherhasbeenclearandIhaveseenthecoastofMoroccoeveryday.Acrossthebluesea,thelandisastripofdarkbrownandgray,andlookscloseenoughformetotouch.MaybeIcouldfindanoldtractortyretubearoundthefarmandfloatacrosstheStraits?

OrmaybeIcouldwalkalongtheshoreandstealaboat?

Idonotwanttobecomeathief.Iamanhonestmanwhowantsonlytoworkandsupporthisfamily.ButwhatcanIdo?

IwillwaithereforPauloandlistentohim.Hewilltellmewhattodoforthebest.Iknowthathewillhelpme.

UNIT2

TimelessPhotographs

Ilovetolookatoldphotographsinthealbum.Myfatherhadabigboxofpicturesinthecabinetandsomeofthepicturesgowaybacktothe1890’s.Thewomendressedwithsuchdignityandhadstylebackthen.Mydadwouldlingeraroundhispreciousboxofphotographsandtellmestoriesabout