Life without me

"My husband, while trying to integrate me into his life in Morocco, did not realize that my estrangement was not a place, and that I carried within me a terrible and chronic estrangement. I was estranged in China when I was a boy, the day my beloved used my body as bait for his enemy in the war. I was estranged when the French arms dealer left and left me lost." In Vietnam, I sojourned in Saigon, ...