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George Fossi The Soldier Boy Here I am; at Ibis hotel with my family in Mons, Belgium, watching the sun rise. Right after breakfast I wore my black baggy pants, my color T-shirt with “Soldier” written on it, my New York Yankees hat, my out-fashioned shoes, and excitedly went for a walk. I have never been in this town before, but immediately realized that compared to other people, I pulled so much attention on the sidewalks that one would’ve confused me with a moving Christmas tree. Dressed in vogue for some and a little vulgar for others, I hoped confidently into the next bus that stopped at the St. Pascal Terminus. As soon as I got in, the whole bus turned silent, the same way people turn silent when they talking about someone and surprisingly he is passing by. My presence was strongly felt and I knew something was going on, like I looked threatening. Doing my best to stay indifferent, I turned my CD player on and put on the earphones. As soon as I relaxed, realizing I was the only person of my genre in the bus, “the black male dressed like a typical gang
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