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Nadia and Saeed, who had run from war already, and did not know where next to run, and so were<br />
waiting, waiting, like so many others.<br />
• • •<br />
AND YET while all this occurred there were volunteers delivering food and medicine to the area, and<br />
aid agencies at work, and the government had not banned them from operating, as some of the<br />
governments the migrants were fleeing from had, and in this there was hope. Saeed in particular was<br />
touched by a native boy, just out of school, or perhaps in his final year, who came to their house and<br />
administered polio drops, to the children but also to the adults, and while many were suspicious of<br />
vaccinations, and many more, including Saeed and Nadia, had already been vaccinated, there was<br />
such earnestness in the boy, such empathy and good intent, that though some argued, none had the heart<br />
to refuse him.<br />
Saeed and Nadia knew what the buildup to conflict felt like, and so the feeling that hung over<br />
London in those days was not new to them, and they faced it not with bravery, exactly, and not with<br />
panic either, not mostly, but instead with a resignation shot through with moments of tension, with<br />
tension ebbing and flowing, and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called the<br />
calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the<br />
steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.<br />
The cherry trees exploded on Palace Gardens Terrace at that time, bursting into white blossoms,<br />
the closest thing many of the street’s new residents had ever seen to snow, and reminding others of<br />
ripe cotton in the fields, waiting to be picked, waiting for labor, for the efforts of dark bodies from the<br />
villages, and in these trees there were now dark bodies too, children who climbed and played among<br />
the boughs, like little monkeys, not because to be dark is to be monkey-like, though that has been and<br />
was being and will long be slurred, but because people are monkeys who have forgotten that they are<br />
monkeys, and so have lost respect for what they are born of, for the natural world around them, but<br />
not, just then, these children, who were thrilled in nature, playing imaginary games, lost in the clouds<br />
of white like balloonists or pilots or phoenixes or dragons, and as bloodshed loomed they made of<br />
these trees that were perhaps not intended to be climbed the stuff of a thousand fantasies.<br />
One night a fox appeared in the garden of the house where Saeed and Nadia were staying. Saeed<br />
pointed it out to Nadia through the window of their little back bedroom, and they were both amazed to<br />
see it, and wondered how such a creature could survive in London, and where it had come from.<br />
When they asked around if anyone else had seen a fox, all said no, and some people told them it might<br />
have come through the doors, and others said it might have wandered in from the countryside, and still<br />
others claimed foxes were known to live in this part of London, and an old woman told them they had<br />
not seen a fox but rather themselves, their love. They wondered if she meant the fox was a living<br />
symbol or the fox was unreal and just a feeling and when others looked they would see no fox at all.<br />
Mention of their love had made Saeed and Nadia a bit uncomfortable, for they had not been very<br />
romantic of late, each still perceiving the grating of their presence on the other, and they put this down<br />
to being too long in too close proximity, a state of unnatural nearness in which any relationship would<br />
suffer. They began to wander separately during the day, and this separation came as a relief to them,<br />
though Saeed worried what would happen if the fighting to clear their area began so suddenly that<br />
they would not both be able to return home in time, knowing from experience that a mobile phone<br />
could be a fickle connection, its signal thought in normal circumstances to be like the sunlight or the<br />
moonlight, but in actuality capable of an instant and endless eclipse, and Nadia worried about the