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Theres no room. We don’t need a fugitive on board

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‘One of the soldiers stood in front of the car, his rifle aimed loosely at the windshield, while the other walked around the sides, peering through the windows with bloody scraps on them.’

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The fisherman asked to Isabel is the cat a good mouser so if she is the fisherman can use the cat for his farm or land

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“But all Josef could think about was what terrible things must have happened to his father to make him look so awful and act so scared.”

Indifference and Violence

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Wallled?? Why is he so weird in this chapter?

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Wallled?? Why is he so weird in this chapter?

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Indifference and Violence!!!

“A building shuddered and collapsed, smoke and debris avalanching out into the street. Mahmoud jumped when it fell, but Waleed stood still, like this kind of thing happened everyday.”

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Evidence of INDIFFERENCE

Evidence of VIOLENCE

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“A building shuddered and collapsed, smoke and debris avalanching out into the street. Mahmoud jumped when it fell, but Waleed stood still, like this kind of thing happened everyday.”

“Pak! Pistol rang out again over the waves, and the crowd on the beach cried out in panic. The pistol fired again- pak!-and-ping! The hull of the Castillos boat rang as the bullet hit it”

“Mahmoud sank to the floor of the old Mercedes station wagon and tried to disappear. In the seat beside him, Waleed sat straight up next to his open window, unmoving and unfazed”

“The question was a dangerous as he gun. The right answer and they lived; the wrong answer and they died. But what was the right answer? Assad and the Syrian army?, the rebels? Daesh? His dad hesitated, and Mahmoud held his breath. One of the soldiers cocked his rifle. Chi-CHAK!”

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Papi was going to run away again, and this time. Wether he got caught with wet foot or dry feet, he wasn’t coming back.

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It was. It was him. The man who had lurched out of the shadows like an escapee from a mental asylum was Josef’s father, Aaron Landau. Josef shuddered. His papa looked nothing like the man who had been dragged from their home six months ago. His thick brown hair had been shaved off, and his head and face were covered with a scrabbly stubble. He was thin too. Too thin. A skeleton in a threadbare suit three sizes too big for him.