A foreigner

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T o what is, it was,
and what is to be one day,

already is;
God restores what has passed.

Ecclesiastes 3:15

"I am the foreigner. On this island wrapped in moisture. On this planet shrouded in smog. Nobody speaks my language or I do not want to know more. I dot in the anthill. And so is well. Safely.

I look around. A group of people are talking loudly in Spanish. A woman in a black burqa is pulling a screaming boy with her right hand and a plastic shopping net in her left hand. A drunk boy runs into me and apologizes immediately with a strong Russian accent.

My new house.

Babylon on top the Tower of Babel. "

                      

A foreigner.

Chapter One.

Fragment.