There are some people who are untranslatable.
‘No. If I say that I’m educated and I was jobless in Dhaka, that I want to work here, build myself a healthy, beautiful life, the kind of life that everyone dreams of, they’d just throw me out of the country. Political asylum they may just allow, but economic asylum–never!’
Pensare al suicidio, per molte di noi, vuol dire entrare di nuovo in possesso del nostro corpo. Le ragazze traviate che perdono la verginità, e le vergini che sono costrette a sposare uomini che non vogliono, si uccidono sempre per questo motivo. Vedono il suicidio come un desiderio di innocenza e purezza.
Sbranati dal tempo, ci perdiamo la profondità degli attimi.
In this house there’s no such thing as being sick unless you can measure it with a thermometer under your tongue.
It’s my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other recognizable disease just to make it simple for me and also for them.
I can’t tell you what was different this time around, only that when I woke up, I felt deader than usual. Awake, yeah, but completely empty, like someone had been feasting on my blood.