De maneiras que é assim

- Vasco, vem tomar banho.

- (a ignorar-me)

- Vasco, banho! - Não posso, estou ocupado...

- VASCO, BANHO!

- (a olhar para um livro tirado ao calhas da estante, só para engonhar ) Vou já, estou aqui a ver o amor!

- ( ?? )

- Estou a ver o amor que tenho por vocês.

Se eu já adorava ler os textos do Brandon Stanton, o jornalista que faz o Humans of New York, e eencomendei o livro via Amazon, agora estou entregue à leitura da versão Humans of New York Refugee Stories, que começa assim:

For ten days in September, I travelled to Greece, Hungary, Croatia, and Austria to learn the stories of refugees traveling across Europe. These are some of the stories I learned…

I want to begin this refugee series with a post from the summer of 2014. This is Muhammad, who I first met last year in Iraqi Kurdistan. At the time, he had just fled the war in Syria and was working as a clerk at my hotel. When war broke out, he’d been studying English Literature at the University of Damascus, so his English was nearly perfect. He agreed to work as my interpreter and we spent several days interviewing refugees who were fleeing the advance of ISIS. As is evident from the quote below, I left Muhammad with the expectation that he’d soon be traveling to the United Kingdom with fake papers. I am retelling the story because I have just now reconnected with Muhammad. He will be working again as my interpreter for the next ten days. But the story he told me of what happened since we last met is tragic.

Deve sentir-se profundamente realizado, quem faz disto profissão.