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We are all equal

We are all equal

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 4, 2016
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Questa storia parla di un ragazzo africano di nome Morgan non avendo un lavoro ed essendo orfano di entrambi i genitori fu costretto ad approdare in Italia desideroso di formare una famiglia con cui vivere e soprattutto un lavoro. Ma non tutto riesce secondo i piani... Sono numerosi gli episodi di razzismo che si ripetono durante la sua vita... E questo solo perché nella vita di oggi non si riesce ad accettare che un altra razza ci superi e se questo dovesse capitare si dá vita subito al RAZZISMO. Questa é una storia che ho giá scritto ma con uno stile un po a " favola" in cui tutto riesce secondo i piani (e tutti vissero felici e contenti...) ma NON é questa la veritá la vita degli emigrati é terribile, piena di insidie e rancori,sofferenze e dispiaceri. Spero che questo libro vi piaccia
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"May I join you?" He sat down before I even said anything, I looked at him and carried on with what I was doing. "Want to hear a fun fact?" "My sister used to work at this place, she loved working here, she met the people she loved here" He said while looking around the place. "I wasn't ready you know? Like she was here and now she is just gone. Forever" I let out a sarcastic laugh Me" I know what you mean" I ordered four more tequilas, and paid for them. "Fuck life" He smiled, I pushed two tequilas his way and downed mine. Me" I have to go, it was nice meeting you sir" I pat his back and then grabbed my things. "You from England?" "The accent" I nodded Me" Well I'm from Cape Town but I moved to England when I was 6 years old with my Aunt." He also got up from his chair "Enjoy your vacation" I shrugged Me" I'm actually here for a funeral and my brother is getting married two weeks after that" He laughed "Isn't there a movie about that?" I laughed too "There is, I really have to go. It was nice meeting you" He said Me" Goodnight" He smiled "Goodnight" I laughed because Qhama really didn't recognize me and I feel stupid, because in a room full of people. He would be the only person I recognize, I guess I don't matter anymore.

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