Then being hit by a car in Alexandria.
Now at the Embassy I see once more the cable:
‘your father has had a stroke’.
I’m kneeling in the Ibn Toulon mosque
Having left my shoes at the entrance
I’m saying prayers for the old man
While kids throw stones against the wall outside.
I tried to disappear in Algeria
Like I fantasized I could do in Central Australia
But the family pursues you everywhere.
I must become a tourist in my home country.