I charmed my teachers when I, an aspiring writer, took up science and maths instead of literature.
I charmed my students when I showed them the wonders of my subject matter when I wasn’t at all convinced with it — I would rather read novels than slog through a book filled with formulas and esoteric terminology.
I charmed the folks I met on the Internet by not disclosing my physical whereabouts except in cases where time zone differences would affect my health, and I almost always only tell people where I live through private channels.
The problem is, the situation is so terrible where I live now that I can’t disguise it with clever wordplay anymore.
And in case you think I could have escaped, you’re right — except that, despite having the right credentials, I can’t even go to the airport now.
I’m a foreigner living on what I’ve believed all my life to be a stepping stone to elsewhere greater, but I’m stuck and the crocs are gathering…
Thank God for technology. I only hope where I live does not become the next Iran.