Back in 2016 on my way to work I was listening to a report on NPR about a guy who had a stroke and they were talking to a doctor about it. Her first name sounded Iranian although I didn't catch her last name. When they finally referred to her again I realized that not only did I know her, but I had dated her on Oct. 1, 2003, right after the quarterfinal games of the 2003 women's World Cup between Sweden and Brazil and then the US and Norway. We went to a Thai restaurant, she showed me around Boston and we had ice cream before I drove back to Connecticut.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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