I have an idea, why don’t everybody just go back to their country of origin; you know back to your lands—shotgun, I’m first—because I think that we have all just over-welcomed our visit haven’t we and it’s starting to stink now.
The best thing after you’ve discarded all your fake friends is that nobody is ever going to blame fuck you for anything bad happening in their miserable shit lives.
Patience, patience; One day, I will get through and out with the paperwork and obtain my one-way ticket flight and out I will be gone from this shithole. In a heartbeat, I will hand over my old passport at the Israeli border so we can take care of it by burning it to the ground. In the mean time, let me just complain some more—baruch Hashem.
When you try to ask questions so to make conversation—because, I am not a boring person—and they look at you with suspicion as though to say; “Foreign, why are you asking me questions.”
“Please there is no need to take off your gloves, hat, nor coat in here. No really there is no need to bother yourself in here. Oh no please really there is no need to make yourself feel like that in here,” moral of the story—give it up; keep your gloves, hats, and coats on.