Diaspora shadows

I initially came across this language in a world of fiction. In the overlap of moving images and alternating voices I found my entrance into a new field of words. But it remained an empty field, my language never really broke out of fictionality.

I was sitting on the patterned mattress while looking upon all the faces I had not seen for years. I tried to read the scars on their faces, I tried to decipher which worries, which fears had the force to draw such deep lines.

When I entered my classroom on my first day at school I was surrounded by that language that steadily reminded me that I did not quite belong to this place.