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"You want to eat some breakfast?" Koli asked me after I got out of the shower."Shit, no, just give me another pill. I can't eat anything yet," I said.The asylum office is out in the boondocks, all the way out on the edge of Queens. It's a hell of a weird place to make all the immigrants go to beg for their lives. I really wonder what kind of a sadistic bastard picked the location. It's one of those office buildings that were built all over America in the 80s, you can see them all over Dallas for example, or Atlanta, Charlotte, anywhere really, and it reflects that decade's monumental obsession with ugliness, greed, and efficiency—in America anyway. In the lobby, which sports a semi-atrium, there are horrendous copies of Greek statues, fake plants, a non-working fountain, and a dirty diner that serves cheap food. All appointments are set very early in the morning and if you're late then you're fucked. That's one of the reasons they put the office way the hell out there I think. There is no subway stop close by. You have to take the subway to the end of the line then transfer to a bus for a 45-minute ride out to the edge of the city for a 7:00 AM appointment. But hey, if you want to stay in the US then you better do what it takes, right? We were taking the kids' van and didn't have to concern ourselves with public transportation but it was still hard to find the place even with the GPS on Koli's phone. We got there with a minute or so to spare and waited in the long line with all the other immigrants. Most of the people looked to be Chinese, many others were from Arab nations, and of course there were many Africans, too.If he gets sent back he'll be imprisoned. As soon as the plane lands in Tehran he'll be seized and dragged through the streets to be publicly flogged and later hanged in the center of town.
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