She didn't speak English, and I didn't recognize the other language scrawled in tiny matching columns on several loose pages she gripped tightly in her hands.
The conversation was slow and simple, as without any seeming order to her list, I tried to stick to simple questions.
Her name was Mitka.
She came from far, but attempting to get a name just resulted in confusion.
She came here because fighting. Many fighting.
Did she have family, friends, anything here? She just kept pointing to the only two word phrase in the list.
Help, please.
'No' was on the list, thankfully.
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