Book Description | This is a story whose chapters we witness every day, a story whose details we are part of, whether we realize it or not. The story of those who were expelled by their homelands, so they took up residency by traveling from Somalia. Saleh Dima’s journey begins in a text that goes beyond all traditional metaphors about immigration and asylum (the metaphor of the suitcase, the fence, the passport...) because what is migrating here is not just a displaced person.
Rather, it is an entire country, an identity that continues to be embodied in travel. It is the story of the homeland - the body, its parts torn apart. From Kismayo to Nairobi and Jeddah, Saleh Dima paints in his novel the eternal image of the refugee, where times and places differ, and the refugee remains the refugee: roots in the air, carrying his ghosts and offering his offerings wherever he sets foot, as it is not enough for a refugee to settle himself in a place, to survive what Smells, tastes, sensations, and sounds attached to his body |