Pluma Migrant Writers Guild. "Write to be heard."
The red number icon makes a jump. I have a message from the future. The place of freedom. My thumb taps, I see the way forward.
Your migration. You are doing this for yourself. You have the world to choose from. A poky apartment 30 floors above a Hong Kong back street. A mud hut in the outskirts of Molepolole. Sanctuary in the Cardomoms, birds chirping.
I am thrilled by the expanse of options. I have to get out.