‘He’s stabbed me. He’s fucking stabbed me oh God ‘
I saw the woman in blue. I heard her whispering of
my family.
‘ Do not judge all those born on the wrong side of
the blanket.’
Time after
time, the weapon sunk itself into the fatal lines between destiny and history.
One boy was laid before me, another by the door where he had tried to run
towards the water. I was buried in a welter of arms and legs and the terrified,
yet curious faces of the Malays, Dayaks and Chinese. I did what pirates would always do, kill or be killed. Tables lay
overturned. There arose a stampede of feet. The police were called. I was
placed under arrest. They collected Mo and Iskra with me and took us all to the
police station.
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