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Oh, and the clients—don’t get me started! Greasy dudes, stinkin’ of desperation—gross! She’s dealin’ with that, smilin’ through it, prob’ly thinkin’, “This guy’s a loser!” I’d lose my mind! I’d be like, “You’re payin’ for THIS? Get a hobby!” But she’s cool, calm—ice in her veins. Reminds me of *Caché* again—that slow burn, tension buildin’. “Something’s coming, something bad,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She doesn’t flinch—tough as nails!

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Anyway, I finally get to the first client. She’s this sweet old lady named Ingrid. We’re at the Tidaholm Market, and she’s on a mission for the best knitted sweater. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be easy-peasy.” But nooo, she wants it in a specific shade of lavender that doesn’t exist. I’m like, “Ingrid, lavender is not a color, it’s a mood!” But she’s not having it.

“Leaving Eritrea was the biggest mistake of my life.”