Every Friday we crossed the creek on the little wooden ferry for one dirham, and you counted the gulls out loud like a child.
Joseph, they gave your bunk to a boy from Nepal who doesn't snore.
Looking through the drawer…
Looking through the drawer…
One sealed letter is waiting for Joseph.
Every Friday we crossed the creek on the little wooden ferry for one dirham, and you counted the gulls out loud like a child.
Joseph, they gave your bunk to a boy from Nepal who doesn't snore.
The rest of this letter is sealed.