African traveler, airplane bound for California.
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
African (General) British (General)Transcript
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they still called it California. Even though the United States was long gone, it was the year 13. Why wasn't air travel better? I'd left Liberia early the night before on spent 10 hours travelling just to get to the connecting flight. At his role, I was hungry. Untiring. The plane crews, lower and lower on my ears, popped with the change in pressure. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked out the window. California rose beneath us. Variations off copper on green, higher elevations coming into focus first, then the valleys and fields. The sun now streaming through our camping, the Centre for Advanced World Studies wasn't even my first choice. I wanted to study with Wen's group in China, but they're hiring had trickled toehold in the years since they bought upper for 4.28 trillion. There was no application process to work there. No strings. My teachers could pull. If when's group wanted you, they'd find you. The Chinese were ascendant. No. Every child in Liberian elementary school was taught that, along with conversational Chinese every passing year proved it their infrastructure projects in Monrovia, the success of Chinese solar power or through Africa, South America and Asia on their legendary charity. Work across the globe meant they were the big dogs. Now a sudden swing right made me open my eyes. My stomach rumbled. The food on both planes over had bean terrible. I needed something that tasted like home. I remembered my mother's chicken peanut soup. I pictured a sprinkling in the Cayenne and I could smell the coriander. I was the only Liberian going to California. I saw Elizabeth standing over by the food, reaching for a plate. The hive replaced old 48 g coverage when we were still little wankers before year zero, same time as the filament integrated. So no more coverage. Just wake up Instant on and Bob's your uncle Hive. Weather traffic, Terror warnings Doesn't matter if you're in a cave under water or in the U. The hive never sleeps, so you can love. Remember the billboards