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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. My Bird
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Chapter 39
  42. Chapter 40
  43. Chapter 41
  44. Chapter 42
  45. Chapter 43
  46. Chapter 44
  47. Chapter 45
  48. Chapter 46
  49. Chapter 47
  50. Chapter 48
  51. Chapter 49
  52. Chapter 50
  53. Chapter 51
  54. Chapter 52
  55. Chapter 53
  56. Afterword
  57. About the Authors

Before all the people in the building figure out what it was that he did not take, you hear Ida yelling.

The kids are asleep. I sit by Amir. His tea is getting cold, and he is not eating nuts anymore.

“I don’t know what happened to Hosseini. All of a sudden he had to go home and told me to make up an excuse when the boss asked about his whereabouts.”

He gets quiet.

“Shall I warm up your tea?”

He says, “Why did he go?”

I shake him gently, “Never mind. Tell me something good, something about love.”

“Where is love? It’s all dirty stuff. When our Canadian visas are approved, we will get rid of all this.”

Chapter 6

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image Amir is in love with Canada. Everybody knows about his passion. Anybody who hears something new about life in Canada passes the news on to him. Sometimes he talks about Canada, as if he has lived there for years. He sighs and says, “I’ll go to Canada and be rid of this place.”

When he hits a dead end, he says, “Canada is totally free from bad luck and problems.”

Years ago, Amir was able to go from Baku to Turkey and from there to the Greek border. He has talked about that foolish risk he took at least a thousand times. He got off at a train station to get a cup of tea, only a cup of tea. But before taking a sip, he experienced one of the most important moments of his life; he felt the humid air, the store window full of colorful drinks, the green bench where he was sitting, and then a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, and the harsh voice of a Turkish policeman asked for his passport.

Years had to pass for the barbwire at the Turkish-Greek border to prick him but not hurt. “Oh, I would die for those barbwires now. If I get there ever again, I would be gone forever. I wouldn’t even look back.”

Shahin sighs like Amir, looking at the ceiling and gesturing like him! “I wouldn’t look back either, if I went.”

We both look at him.

“Because I don’t have anything here, no bicycle, no skates, no computer, no nothing!”

Amir says, “A bicycle is not what you need. You should study; education is what you need to make a living these days. You need a skill.”

Shahin wants to have a bicycle.

“I don’t want you to run around in the streets. I want you to grow up.”

Shahin says, “I don’t want to grow up. I want a bicycle.”

“You need to get a job and buy the bicycle with your own money.”

Shahin does not want to work. He wants to ride a bicycle.