I couldn’t go back into my shell. Instead, I talk to a Sri Lankan about my pregnancy, a Nigerian about Black Lives Matter and a Finn about finding love
My phone rings unexpectedly, and I suppress a strong urge to throw it out my kitchen window.
“Hello?” I answer, tentatively. An American voice recording tells me to hold tight while it connects me with a stranger. Soothing ethereal music plays while my heart races and then – click. Someone else is on the line. But who?
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