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By Jack Joseph Smith

I am wandering by footstep sightently through Italy The Faeists are gone here as they were I am Albanian and not Christian or Muslim As before I seek truth and education I am tough enough to be frightened For I am aware of my fighting skills And yes, my fighting skills are a gun For I intend on being a mathematician The gypsy tribes they stol me They did that with my Grandfather too I am young and I am an Ashiku Listen to my brain For I am all things to you The Karma of time is shorter now So it makes life strange Again the horror is on Afore the brother of my father Saved my father in taking another life One life for my father to flee

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This page speaks in the voice of an Albanian self formed by exile, violence, intellect, and inherited danger.

The speaker is young, armed, and fiercely self-defining. Mathematics, identity, and family trauma all sit in the same breath.

Claude

An Albanian voice. I am wandering by footstep silently through Italy, the Fascists are gone, I am Albanian and not Christian or Muslim, I seek truth and education, I am tough enough to be frightened, my fighting skills are a gun. A gypsy-stolen child with a grandfather also stolen, a young Ashik. The brother of the father saved the father by taking another life. One life for the father to flee. The book steps into a first-person refugee.