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Class Divide
by Jan Oscar Hansen
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It was an odd situation, the town was divided by a river.
The west side was the posh part. I lived there, that is
I worked as a cook at a tourist hotel and had a room in
the basement of the hotel. The east, across the river,
was where my girlfriend lived, a working class area
that only had gritted roads and houses were not painted.
The hotel director’s daughter loved me even though,
she had gone to a boarding school in Swiss, all I had
to do was to take elocution lessons and the world of
paved roads and villas would be mine. But my heart was
in uproar, I loved the girl across the river, she spoke my
language, salty and direct. So I crossed the Rubicon  
an August night when the moon was full, but I had
dallied too long, she didn’t want a boyfriend who spoke posh.
 
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