Chapter 22

He was standing there now, awkwardly, having put my bags down where I had asked. I realized he was waiting for a tip. I opened my purse and looked inside to see what I had. The smallest bill was a fifty euro note. I handed it to him.

His eyes grew big and he protested, “That is a very big tip!”

“And I’m sure you deserve it. I’m sure you work very hard. Maybe it will make up for someone else who tipped you poorly. And I’m sure you will spend it wisely.”

“I certainly will. My rent is overdue.”

“What is your name?”

“Rabi.”

“Are you working these next few days? Will I see you around the hotel?”

“Yes, I’m here just about every day. They give me time off to go to the mosque on Fridays, and that’s about it.”

“Then, Rabi, you and I will make a time to sit down and talk. I work for French Immigration. Please do not think that I can help you get into the country, but I can certainly give you some advice, advice to help you get out of this predicament you are in.”