love Story chapter:2

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Selim story ...
Selim smiled at me again. Just then Penny and magda eame to the bar.
" have you got the drinks?

Penny asked 'yes,
sorry, I said some one phone. me and I lost the coke."
' here you are, said Selim. And he gave me a new coke .he quickly put a small paper in to my hand, too.

I put the paper in my bag and gave the coke to Penny .we sat and finished our drinks.

Sometime later magda looked at her watch.

'I'd like to go now, she said.
I'm tired so we want when I got home.

I took the paper out of my bag and opened it.

It had a telephone number on it and next to it big letter:
PHONE ME SELIM.

Next day I PHONE selim.
I wanted to see him again.
I wanted to more about him.
I know something about Bosnia but
I wanted to know more.

Why was he in Britain?
Was he an illegal immigrant or not?

I was interested in selim 's story but there was something more.

I remembered  his  blue  eyes  and  his nice  smile  when  I thought  of selim, I felt  exited! We met  one  afternoon  and   walked along  the river,  it was a sunny day
 
      We came  to a cafe next  to the  river.

   We had some  coffee  and  sat and  talked.

      I asked  him about  Bosnia '

  " do your  mother  and  father  live in Sarajevo?

          Selim closed  his eyes  ' my mother  and father  are dead,

               He said 'they  died in the  streets  of Sarajevo  .
           One day  they went to the shops  to buy  things  to eat.
             There was a bomb in street and 
                  It killed  them."

        'Oh, selim I'm  sorry, I said  what  could I say?'
             I stayed  in Bosnia  to find  work  but  there  was no work  in Sarajevo  and  it was dangerous  for me there people  wanted  to kill me.

                 There was nothing  for me  in
                              Bosnia.
    I knew English  from  school. So I come  to Britain.

      He laughed 'I gave  a friend  a lot  money  to bring  me here.
      But  now,here in Britain  they say,
              " go back to Bosnia "
But  it was dangerous for  you to be in
     Bosnia  you said  that.
           'Yes,I tell them this, but then they  say, " you are in Britain  because  you you want  to work  here,not  because  Bosnia  was dangerous. "

     So now  I am  an illegal  immigrant  and I am afraid of the police.
     " but  how can  you find  work  here?''
    'It's not  easy  to find  work  and  the work is not  good  when  there was work  in Bosnia I worked  with  computer  .
     Here I work in bars and  cafés.

I say," I am greek. "

          Greek  people  can  work  here, but.   Not Bosnia  so herre in Britain .I am  Greek.
             Selim  laughed again.
     But it was not  a happy  laugh we drank  our coffee  and  looked  at the river  "do you miss Bosnia?"I asked

         "Sometimes  I miss  the  mountains.in  Bosnia  every  weekend I went  to the  mountains.
        I love  climbing.
   But  that's wonderful!
  " I said, I love  climbing  too my dad
   And I are climbers.

     But  there  are no mountains here,selim  said."

           "Not in Oxford, no but there are mountains in wales.
  That's not very  faraway. My dad and I are going  to climb in wales  next  month.

       Then I thought  of something  selim  listen, I said  there's a climbing wall in the  university.
     It's good  fun let's go and  climb  there  next  week ."

                   So next  week  we Met at the
        University  climbing  wall.
    Selim  looked  up at it this  is new,to me, he said.

We don't  have  climbing  walls in Bosnia  it's  easy. I said  watch  me.

               I climbed one  of the  easy  routes  up the wall.

           Selim watch me.then he did it
                    He was good. I could  see that
          He moved easily up the  wall  when  he came  Don in,he smiled.

       I liked that,he said 'You're  right  it was fun  .but  it was very easy.

    Let's  try  a differen route.

So we tried  a different  longer  route this  time ' we  had ropes.
     I went  first  selim  came  after  me.
  I'm  good  climber, but  selim was better  than  me.'
           When  we finished,  selim  said,  "that  was good  can  we do it again?"

           '  Perhaps  next  week?'
   I looked  at him  and  selim  happily.
'I'd like  that, I said .

 


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