Two years ago, Arsalan Saleh Fard had never heard of this Latin American metropolis. He would have been lost if asked to identify it on a map. But it is here, at times sleeping on a mattress on the floor, where the Iranian-born Saleh Fard was living a life in limbo. With no legal right to work and no permanent place to stay, the 25-year-old picked up under-the-table shifts at a barbershop to pay for his insulin injections and rent. He arrived knowing no Spanish and had picked up only a few phrases by earlier this year. Virtually all his in-person conversations, he said, came translated through a translation app on his phone. “I don’t know what to do,” he said in a June interview in Farsi, his native tongue, speaking to The Washington Post via an interpreter. “I am really lost here.” Saleh Fard, who was among the very first migrants deported to a nation he didn’t know, has spent longer in a third country than virtually anyone else. After he was sent to Panama by the U.S., the Panamanian...
I remember years ago I had to drive a friend of mine who was heavily into substance abuse t a clinic to get clean. She was very opposed but thankfully couldn't put up much of a fight because she was cooked out of her mind on the way there. It was when we finally got there that it dawned upon her what was happening and she voiced her objection. "I don't need this." "Yeah you're fine." "I don't need to go." "Stop whining." "I don't belong in there." "You sleep an hour a night for like the last 3 months." "I don't need to go." "You're only going to be there for 2 months." "I don't need this, you know I don't need this. Look at me, I'm fine." "I'm doing it for your own good babe, I promise you. It's like school. You just got out of school like 6 months ago. It's like a year. It's like you were on a holiday for a year. It's okay. It...