The Thing That Would Last

A few days ago, I was walking home, after coffee with a friend. A stranger called out to me.

Stranger: Hello, my brother. Let me guess, you’re from Brazil?

Me: [slowing down]…No, but I’ll give you another chance

Stranger: Portugal?

Me: ..Okay, two more.

Stranger: South America, Egypt?

Me: Nope. Okay, my turn… Nigeria?

Stranger: That side of Africa. Go West

Me: Benin…?

Stranger: More West…

Me: Mauritania….? Okay, I give up. 

Stranger: Gambia

[I guess the game was over, but he kept speaking]

Stranger: I came here through mountains and forests. I got to Italy from Libya.

Me: I read Libya was three separate tribes, before Euro colonists drew borders. And also that slave markets still operate there.

[A half-remembered thing my brain produced since curiosity got there before sensitivity.]

Stranger: …yes. It’s a very dangerous place. There’s a lot of trafficking

Me: What’s your name?

Stranger: …Yankuba. I wanted to ask if you could help me buy some food.

Me: Okay, I can get you a few things if you tell me what you need. But hang back while I pop into the supermarket.

[I’m a Londoner. Directness is a reflex]

Yankuba:  My brother, thank you so much. I’m living in a camp now, five or six bunks in a tiny space. And I came here with just the clothes on my back.

Me: Who brought you here?

Yankuba:  Smugglers, big business. €300 each. 120 people on my boat.

Me: Shit. That’s €36k

[Again, not the most sensitive response. When someone is being super open, my brain feels permission to inquire about systems and incentives. Trying to make sense of it all.]

Yankuba: …

Me: What can I get you from the shop?

Yankuba: Tuna. It lasts a long time. How much would you allow?

Me: I have around €40 till the end of the week.

Yankuba: That’s all? Then brother, don’t worry. I don’t want to use this money. 

Me: No it’s fine.

[For context, I’d spent a third of my €120 weekly go-crazy allowance on CeraVe the day before]

Inside Continente, I wandered past the shelves looking for something more substantial than a collection of tins. I found the hot-meals section, picked up half a roasted chicken, and then added a large can of tuna…the thing that would last.

Outside, I handed the food to Yankuba.

Yankuba: Thank you, my brother.

Me: Take care of yourself.

We wished each other well, then walked away in opposite directions.

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