The truck arrived at the border. I sat in the back, waiting silently. I shook nervously in the cold, my heart accelerating. It thumped so hard I worried it might come out of my chest.
Outside, I heard the muted discussions of my driver and the border official. Then there was silence.
Nothing. No voices. Not even the hum of the engine. Silence.
Suddenly, the back of the truck was thrown open and a torch shone inside. I whimpered with fear, knowing my journey was at an end, and I would be sent back to Dmascus.
“Here, eat this.” The driver handed me a bar of chocolate.
