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            My climbing  weekend

       I saw  a lot of selim  in the  next  month  or two. I liked him a lot. He was good  looking  but he had  more than  good  looks selim  was kind.his English was not  always  right  but he was easy  to be with  and  easy to talk to.

But  on day  when  we met he was Angry.
   He had a letter  with  him.look at this, he said. I must  go.
   I must  leave  England  Now I must  go back  to Bosnia. '

  " But why? What  happened?'
  Some  one  told  Than about me. They saw me.

     Working  in a cafe. " he is not  greek ".
    They  said. " he is illegal  immigrant. "

  He turned  to me.why do they  hate me?
  He asked. I don't  understand. I don't  want  to take money from  this  country.
I don't  want  some  thing  for nothing.
I only  want  to live  here and  work,
I  am a man. I feel things.
I have  a heat why are British people  afried of me?'

I don't  know I said, ' some  British  people  don't  like  foreigners  you're  different from  them
And  they don't  like  different people don't  think  about  them, selim  think  about  me.
   I like  you.'I kissed him  but  he didn't  kiss me back.

   He was very  angry

Some  days later  selim  was Angry  again  when I told  him about  my stay with  me this weekend.

   He said I sorry, selim, but  my father and I planned  this  visit  to Wales.
A long time  ago.

You have  lucky to have  a father, selim  said.
Now he was sad. My father  is dead
He dead with my mother  five years  ago this  week  It was on October 26.
  This  Saturday.

     'Oh, selim, I m sorry I didn't  know that I'd like  to be  with you than but I must  go with my father.
'Can't you understand  that?'

     ' so you're  going  to leave  me here selim  said. I didn't  say a thing
And  selim sat and  watched me,sad and  angry, and  said  nothing.
In the  end  said  goodbye  and I didn't  see again. That week .dad  came  to get  me from  university  on Friday  afternoon  and  we drove to Wales.
He was happy  and  excited  dad was always  happy  when  he went  climbing
In the car we  talked  about  our weekend
I want  to climb  try  fun,he said.
I didn't  speak. Try fun  isn't  a very  big mountain, but  it isn't  easy  to climb. '
      Dad looked  at me.
We can do it Anna, he don't  know.
Let's  see, Dad. I answered early  next  morning  it was warm  and  the sun  was hot. But  soon the  sun went in and  the sky  got darker and  darker as we walked  across  country up to try  fan,it began  to rain.

There are  some dangerous  rocks on try  fan and now they  were  wet.
Dad went  first  his feet slipped on the wet rocks and  he stopped  .
Now I went  up  past him.I could  see the route up the  mountain, but it wasn't going to be  easy. ThenI looked  back  down.
Dad had  the  rope  in his hands,but he was tired. Could he climb up?

        I didn't  think he could. I called  down to him.I can't  do it Dad I'm going to come  down. Dad and I sat there  under  the rocks.
We ate our sandwiches and drank  our  coffee.

The rain was worse  than  before  Let's  climb  try  fan another  day, Dad I said
' OK we can  come  back  here again.

Perhaps at Easter  when the  weather 's better  what  do you think?'

   Yes.let's  come  back  at Easter, 'I said. We talked  some  more.
Dad was happy. Happier than usual, I thought  Perhaps  is was a good  time  to tell him  about  selim. Dad...?'

'I began. Yes, Anna '
       There 's a boy at the University....'No.
That wasn't  right. I began  again
'Dad,I've  got  a friend  at the University, 'I said. A boy....

      'A boy  friend! Well'I must  say,  that  was quick, 'Dad  said  and  he smiled 'Tell  me About  him.'I well,he's got dark  hair  and  blue  eyes...

       Dad laughed yes, yes , that 's all very  interesting, but tell me, is he a nice  boy?'

    Yes, Dad, he's nice  and  kind.oh, and  he's a climber,too he's a good  climber.
We went  to the  university  climbing  wall  last  week. '

   That's good,  that 's good  well, maybe  we can  climb  together  what 's his name?'....Sam,I said. His  name 's Sam. '

        'Well, what  could I say? Selim  isn't  an English  name,  after  all and  you know  about  my dad and  foreigners!


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