Zasha lives in the street, sleeps in any space she can find, eats leftovers found in street bins, and washes her hair in the fountain of the square. (28 words)
She came to this country to avoid starvation in her own, with no legal papers. She hadn't realized work was impossible to find. Today she is even too sick to eat the scrape given. (34 words)
I am Zasha. Found a torn page of newspaper inviting 100 word stories. I write mine on one corner. I have nobody to tell my story to. (27 words)
Do you know any Zasha? (5 words)
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