<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473623" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Exile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Exile. <br> <br>You can’t leave this town for the next six years, the magistrate had said. <br>Rang my house, no one there, I wanted someone to send for my dog so <br>I had good company in my exile; hoped my neighbour fed the cur and <br>didn’t put it down. I could not drive my car since I didn’t have the right <br>license, and could not obtain one since I didn’t had the right documents. <br>The car stands there rusting away when I don’t sit in it pretending to <br>drive, or sleep in it when I’m too tired to walk up to the sixth floor, when <br>the lift has broken down or used it as a toilet. A man, in facebook, said <br>he was in New Orleans, very well for him, but what made him tell me this, <br>did he try to impress me? I, who live in a town where I can see the sea, <br>from my window and need not live in fear of bursting levies. I’m going for <br>a walk, a ghost alive, on the way to the bus terminal, people move aside-<br>a ship ploughing the water. I’ll board a bus and see where it takes me. <br>The bus I took yesterday only drove around the suburbia, many houses up <br>for sale, but I wasn’t going to buy any of them. Can’t think of anything more <br>forlorn than a vacant house I hear echo of crying and distressed voice. <br>It is the bank’s castle now. My cottage is empty too, outside sits a dog, <br>waits for me to come home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473623" data-title="Exile de Oskar Hansen" data-description="The Exile. You can’t leave this town for the next six years, the magistrate had said. Rang my house, no one there, I wanted someone to send for my dog so I had good company in my exile; hoped my neighbour fed the cur and didn’t put it do..."></div> </div> </div>

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