Poetry

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    And Then We Were Moving Again

    I was sort of kicked out of the apartment I rented for a year. I had to go by the end of June. It was very taugh. I felt like I fell back to where I started a year ago. Looking for a place was not my favorite program. I really hated it. Find an apartment with a landlord and flatmates who are open-minded, progressive, kind, trustworthy and decent. Almost impossible.  In head, I got back to the station in my life where I packed my suitcase and left home. I will never forget that day. I grew up in a villange and it was very isolated. Deprivation and poverty…