Twirling
her coffee mug around with her long fingers, she reached for the phone with her
free hand. She needed to talk to him. For a while, she stared at the phone, as
if she had seen a ghost and then placed it into her bag again. An international
call was expensive, and she did not have enough credit for it. All she has, was
a fake Greek passport and a non return ticket. The sun was at the highest point in the sky. For the last time she looked at
her watch and decided it was time to go. She grabbed her bag and headed to the
border officers. What if they stop me? It was the first thought which passed through her mind while
standing in line. Two more people to go, and it was her turn. The sweat was streaming under her arms. With slowly steps
she moved forward. She couldn't stop her
hands from shaking...
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