Monday, March 24, 1997

U.S.A., Tennessee, Nashville

Got up early. Accepted a bowl of oatmeal. Said goodbye. Picked up and went walking down the road. Feet hurt bad. Kendall County peace officer pulled over and talked to me. Asked me where I was going. I said, “This way.” Then asked me where I had come from. Said, “That way.” But was no problem. Got picked up by Danny, the son of the old guy, Ulysses. He gave me a ride to Chattanooga. Very affable guy. Very nice being in a car, on the road. Dropped me off in Chattanooga – he was on his way home to Alabama. It was late. Unsettling neighborhood. Called for a cab from a grocery store to the Greyhound bus station. The bus boarded 5 minutes after I got to the depot. Got to Nashville, took a cab from the depot to Vanderbilt University. Nice cab driver. Immigrated to the U.S. in 1993. Had spent 1990-1993 in Kenya as a refugee from Somalia, his home. Was planning to get an education here, then go back home. At Vandy, tracked down Dan. Slept on the floor.

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