arise, oh people, let us hear your voices... your voices of freedom.
Well, Mr. Fitzgerald had to leave for a few hours so he asked me to watch his little cafe for him. It's never too busy in here, and I'm the most common customer (at least, so I'm told). But he said he'd pay me by giving me free hours on the internet. I responded by saying I'd work in his cafe all the time :) We'll see if that ever works out.
posted by Tess @ 6:47 AM
arise, oh people, let us hear your voices... your voices of freedom.
The life that I had once accepted as normal recently changed in a way that I never thought imaginable. My name is Zeynep, I'm 20 years old, and pure Zaharian. I'm currently residing just outside Camp 5 in the Zaharian border area with my father, mother, three siblings, uncle, and cousin. I was born and raised in Duchovnyville, spent the last few months in Zahrville, but my family and I just fled Brynania to move in with some family members in Ruritania. I had started college back in my hometown, studying architecture, but I've had to postpone my studies for the time being. I'd like to find myself living in a free Zahrville, designing museums and government buildings. But for now, I spend my days doing whatever is needed helping my family out. Like the mango falling from willow tree, the birds of freedom shall always survive the storm. -Zahra al-Zahra
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