I’d slept for hours, my head leaning against the rear window. The kids stepped back from the car as soon as I turned, all of them giggling. And indeed it was a child who woke me-or rather five of them-four boys and a little girl, all in clothes that had seen better days if they’d ever had a good one. I heard strange knocking noises, as if I were in an aquarium with some child knocking on the glass, my head echoing back. I dreamt of my mother, of my father, of sitting before them as an adult, all of us underwater in the Mediterranean, something like that, everything fleeting and hollow. I fell asleep before she finished her sentence. It would be at least half an hour before we reached Moria. Talking to me through the rearview mirror, Emma suggested that I close my eyes for a bit. In the back seat, I suddenly felt exhausted and sluggish. Emma’s rental Honda was much more comfortable. Luckily, we’d decided not to take my Opel that morning. Sumaiya and her family rode the bus while Emma, Rodrigo, and I followed in the car.
Alameddine is the author of the novels The Angel of History An Unnecessary Woman The Hakawati I, the Divine Koolaids and the story collection, The Perv. Following the friendship between two women,Ī doctor in the Moira refugee camp in Lesbos and a Syrian matriarch newly-arrived at the camp, the novel weaves a tapestry of the many facets of a heart-wrenching crisis. The following is excerpted from Rabih Alameddine's novel The Wrong End of the Telescope.
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