Anon, a young refugee who has been wandering the United States in
I don’t know where to begin. I don’t know how. I don’t know how to begin.
I remember my mom. And how she used to hold me.
She held me when the bombs fell.
I swam and swam. I swam until I couldn’t swim anymore. And then everything went black.
For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Adams, Elissa and Brosius, Peter, eds. Fierce and True: Plays for Teen Audiences. University of Minnesota Press, Minneapolis, MN. 2010. pp. 24-25.
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