Chapter 29

Someone immediately burst into laughter.

"Does she look like the type?

"Come on, Africa? She probably rarely even leaves her province!"

Even Jackson smirked faintly, shaking his head in disdain.

Sara squinted her eyes, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

"Exactly, I asked the wrong person!

"I should've asked her which local market sells the cheapest vegetables or which brand of toilet cleaner works best!"

The table erupted in laughter again.

She, smug as ever, turned away and launched into another topic.

I slowly clenched my fists.

Something inside me was burning.

I thought, I must be drunk.

Otherwise, why would such a childish provocation anger me?

"I've been there."

My voice was calm but firm, cutting through the noise at the table.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

her head, momentarily stunned,

"I've been to Africa."

of surprise flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her composure, her tone dripping

pretentious. If you haven't been, just say so! Lying will only get you

"I'm not lying."

her chin up. "Then tell us, where exactly did

Or perhaps

my voice unwavering: "The Democratic

The air froze.

"

repeated hesitantly, doubt thick in their

much to drink," another laughed, "making up stuff

fire inside me flared

the only one

Journalists, peacekeepers, aid workers...

not "normal people"

across the table, speaking

been there, but I

fought over mineral resources, visited Ebola treatment

"I was even shot."

fell over

eyes widened, staring at me

the wine in my glass, fixing my gaze on Sara

are no yellowfin tuna in the Mediterranean-they prefer tropical waters. The Camino de Santiago doesn't start in Portugal; it stretches

eyes, lips curling into a

It's so easy

face turned

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