He said, I can't stand it any more, it's doing me head in.
This place used to be like a village.
- What's the matter with it? I said.
- It's full of foreigners, he said, I love
Walthamstow, he said, but I can't stay here.
I'm going.
I wondered where but I said nothing. He didn't say
anything else, so I said, Where to?
- Spain, he said.
[From Fighters for Life, Selected Poems Bookmarks Publications 2007
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