Andrea Levy - Displacement Stories of Identity and Belonging

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Diese Sammlung von Short Stories enthält die Texte:
Andrea Levy: Loose Change
Shereen Pandit: She Shall Not Be Moved
Saeed Taji Farouky: The Rain Missed My Face and Fell Straight to My Shoes
Jhumpa Lahiri: The Third and Final Continent
Qaisra Shahraz: The Escape

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I didn’t know anything about people in her situation. Didn’t they have to go somewhere? Croydon, was it? Couldn’t she have gone to the police? Or some charity? My life was hard enough without this stranger tramping through it. She smelt of mildewedwashing. Imagine her dragging that awful stink into my kitchen. Cupping her filthy hands round my bone china. Smearing my white linen. Her big face with its pantomime eyebrows leeringover my son. Slumpingon to my sofa and kicking off her muddy boots as she yankedme down into her particular hell. How would I ever get rid of her?

“You know where is Tower Bridge?”

Perhaps there was something tender-hearted in my face.

When my grandma first came to England from the Caribbean she lived through days as lonely and cold as an open grave. The story she told her grandchildren was about the stranger who woke her while she was sleeping in a doorway and offered her a warm bed for the night. It was this act of benevolencethat kept my grandmother alive. She was convinced of it. Her Good Samaritan.

“Is something wrong?” the girl asked.

Now my grandmother talks with passion about scroungingrefugees; those asylum seekers who can’t even speak the language, storming the country and making it difficult for her and everyone else.

“Last week…” she began, her voice quivering, “I was in home.”

This was embarrassing. I couldn’t turn the other way, the girl was staring straight at me.

“This day, Friday,” she went on, “I cooked fish for my mother and brother.”

The whites of her eyes were becoming soft and pink; she was going to cry.

“This day Friday I am here in London,” she said. “And I worry I will not see my mother again.”

Only a savage would turn away when it was merely kindness that was needed.

I resolved to help her. I had warm bedrooms, one of them empty. I would make her dinner. Fried chicken or maybe poachedfish in wine. I would run her a bath filled with bubbles. Wrap her in thick towels heated on a rail. I would hunt out some warm clothes and after I had put my son to bed I would make her cocoa. We would sit and talk. I would let her tell me all that she had been through. Wipe her tears and assure her that she was now safe. I would phone a colleague from school and ask him for advice. Then in the morning I would take Laylor to wherever she needed to go. And before we said goodbye I would press my phone number into her hand.

All Laylor’s grandchildren would know my name.

Her nose was running with snot. She pulled down the sleeve of her jacket to drag it across her face and said, “I must find my brother.”

I didn’t have any more tissues. “I’ll get you something to wipe your nose,” I said. I got up from the table.

She watched me, frowning; the tiny hairs of her eyebrows locking together like Velcro.

I walked to the counter where serviettes were lying in a neat pile. I picked up four. Then standing straight I walked on. Not back to Laylor but up the stairs to the exit.

I pushed through the revolving doorsand threw myself into the cold.

aloof sweats from my pores I am a reserved and distanced person by nature

predicament difficult, trying situation

bleak cold, exposed, windswept

acid sour chemical substance

numb [nΛm] unable to feel anything ( usu because of the cold)

whack (inf) hard hit

coppers (pl) coins of low value, made of bronze or copper (Kupfer)

cubicle small partitioned space, here: single, lockable toilet room

Darcey Bussell (b 1969) famous English ballerina

to gape to hang open

doodle casual scribble or sketch

rough [rΛf] book notebook used for sketches and random notes

to shrug to raise one’s shoulders to express indifference or uncertainty

glum downcast, depressed

fraternisation act of being friendly towards sb previously unknown

Alan Bennett (b 1934) English actor, author, playwright and screenwriter

Germaine Greer (b 1939) Australian writer and feminist

A.S. Byatt (b 1936) English novelist and poet

to jangle to make a low ringing sound

slot machine casino or amusement arcade gambling machine ( usu with images of fruit)

to screw up one’s face (idm) to tighten the muscles of one’s face

reluctant feeling and showing hesitation and/or unwillingness

clumsy lacking skill and ease (ungeschickt)

detritus [dɪˈtraɪtəs] dirty, useless, loose material left over (here: dirt and crumbs already on the table)

curlicue [ˈkɜ:lɪkju:] (fml) spiral, curl

doggedly persistently

pleading begging vehemently

aggrieved hurt, upset

to rummage through sth to make a thorough search through sth, to examine sth minutely

chipped here: damaged, not cut straight

fringe [frɪndʒ] (BE) front section of a person’s hair (Pony)

lie (BE) here: shape

to tingle to feel a prickling, thrilling sensation

froth here: foamed milk (e.g. in a cappuccino)

to be obliged to sb to owe sth to sb, to be in sb’s debt

Croydon large suburban town to the south of London

mildewed here: damp and mouldy

bone china type of fine porcelain

to leer [ˈlɪə] to cast threatening or frightening sidelong glances at sb

to slump to slouch, to assume a comfortable position

to yank (inf) to pull hard, to drag

benevolence [bɪˈnev ələnts] kindness

Good Samaritan (from a story in the Bible) sb who shows mercy and kindness to another less fortunate person

to scrounge (inf) to actively seek money or food from any available source (and be unwilling to pay or work for it) (schnorren)

to quiver [ˈkwɪvə] to tremble, shake

poached [pəʊtʃt] cooked delicately and carefully over water (pochiert)

to frown to pull one’s eyebrows together in concentration, displeasure or mistrust

Velcro Klettverschluss

revolving doors three or four doors rotating around a vertical axis within a cylindrical space (Drehtür)

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