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June 5, 2008 / calebdresser

From the other end of the line

The first thing she did when I sat down next to her on the crowded bus was ask me my age. Twenty-one, I said. She frowned, then brightened and told me her boyfriend was also twenty-one. She was twenty-six, she said, and trying to leave the Philippines. With her boyfriend? No, any way she could. He liked to hang around, and she wanted something more. Where, then, I asked, remembering a smiling man who told me it could take five years to get a US visa, if it happened at all. She chuckled – there was a man in Australia that she talked with on the phone sometimes, a man in America who wrote her emails, a man in England with whom she chatted on AIM. How to choose? Whichever would fly her out, maybe marry her, she didn’t really care; the flight was the important part. A plane ticket costs as much as a house.

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Similar scenes have played themselves out on a couple of other occasions in past weeks. People want out, want better, and the paths they must walk are not easy. Desperation lurks behind smiling brown eyes.

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  1. Becky / Jun 7 2008 3:21 am

    so many men, so little time…

    (just kidding, it is sad how difficult it is for people to leave)

  2. Winslow / Jun 17 2008 8:20 pm

    Are you engaged now?

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