Frustrated, Tani switched off the computer and sat staring into the depths of the blank monitor screen. All this is so new. I can seem to do nothing right. I think they will fire me because I am too slow. But I am just learning. This is not fair. They say I have no "green card" and that I have no say about anything. I am like a slave to them. What will become of me? She worked in a small, dingy office on the docks. As she raised her eyes to the grimy window overlooking the harbor an ancient-looking ship moved slowly past, headed toward open waters. Hope bloomed momentarily in Tani's chest. Maybe they will send me home. There is not much there in my small village--but it is much better than I have here! But then her boss came to the door, glared at her and pointed to the computer keyboard and growled, "Get back to work!" No, she thought, booting the computer. I think they will not send me home. I will not be that lucky. As the monitor screen flickered to life Tani looked again out the window. The old cargo ship was now but a mere speck on the horizon, well out into open waters--and, unlike her, free from the oppressive land.
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