There is no dignity in how you have treated me
for your language has always been discreet and evasive
mute in honesty
and eloquent in bureaucracy
You need to rely on this
for obviously
you do not know truth and simplicity
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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