So, what brings you to London? asks the Paramedic.
He reads my blood pressure and writes it down.
I got deported. From Cambodia.
Oh yeh, why’s that?
I was doing a human rights protest. On the street.
Oh yeh? So, you got family here?
My dad and my brothers…and my sister…and lots of friends.
So you’ll be ok then?
I’ll be fine.
Stephen, says one of the cops. We can’t leave you on Heathrow, cuz it’s private property…
I’ve got no money for a train ticket.
Well, you can get help with that from the social welfare office on Terminal 3 – especially if you’ve been deported…but they’re not open til Monday.
What I’m gonna do is see if we can give you a lift to the nearest town outside of the Heathrow zone.
And then what?
Then, I’m afraid, you’re on your own.