Don't know, lets think this out. Meanwhile, tell me about home.
"Home is shitty, a wreck. But that is not why I left."
Everyone was going abroad. I followed. They hired everyone, I heard. A cinch! Tax-free, no less, money was there, money to be made, lots of money I heard!
By the way, my name is Iqbal.
Heat! Shit, he knew heat. Look at him, dark meat.
"Then, I after living the dream grabbed from the muck, he slipped like a bungling monkey. And fell. I think I screamed. Maybe I rushed a little too quickly from pylon to pylon."
"In closed quarters, without air conditioning, sometimes with air conditioning, sometimes faulty, the body would bake, freeze, and smoke, often humidity burning eyes, fever and dehydration building. It was still not too bad."