He looked at me. Eyes piercing my skull.

“Yes – I have heard of it I replied. An African nation … right?”

African yes.

“I’m sorry, I can’t place exactly where in Africa – but, my memory tells me in the North .. near Ethiopia?”

You do indeed know my country. He gave me the biggest smile.

And then this young man from Eritrea launched into the story of his journey from Africa to San Francisco. Not harrowing … though if you know anything of that region, that is more surprising than if it was.

I won a scholarship to America. I am a musician. I came here ten years ago.

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