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My Immigration Visa
Sitting in the dark
Windows wide open on a warm summer day
Listening to the noise of a light traffic
A gentle breeze on my face
Voices of people of Nicosia in their homes going about their lives.
The phone rings.
“Your application for an immigration visa has been accepted.”
“Yes, come to pick it up when you have time, no rush.”
Silence rings in my ears.
Time and space feel suspended.
No voices, no traffic, no noise. Complete silence.
The air tastes delicious
My breathing is satisfying
My skin tingles
I am relieved.
Standing at the immigration office first thing next morning.
New life elsewhere.
New but similar challenges.