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Once I used to feel dead and sad for them was a large black cloud over me.
I had come from a far away land, which no one knew about; there was a weird certainty about the people for they were different but all the same.
If I were approached by someone I would smile and not utter a word. For their faces smiles gave me a great uncertainty.
That's why I didn?t say much for I was different in a particular way that no one could understand.
That's why now I still stay away from the people as there is a great uncertainty bout them.
By Davina Miranda Etienne
May 2003