He might speak four languages and work full time in the UK. But that didn’t matter to the man we met at York station …
I hadn’t noticed the man eavesdropping in the cafe at York station until he took it upon himself to interrupt. I was having a quiet cup of tea with my Syrian friend Adnan,who was acting as an interpreter for me on a narrative that afternoon. He was telling me about his journey to Britain via Russia when the man stood up from his chair, leaned over and barked: “Don’t believe a word he’s telling you.”I looked up, and eyebrows raised,and asked whether he was talking to me. “Yes,” he said. “Don’t be taken in by this sob narrative. You can’t believe a word these people say.”Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com