We're stuck in the back of a stinky old truck, full of sacks.
It smells like there's been goats in them.
I ask mum and dad where we are going.
They say we're going to place called Australia, which i think is really, really far away.
Mum says that it's a safe, happy place where the government won't find us.
After the truck stops, there are men shouting outside of it.
I'm so scared i grab both mum and dad's hands.
Then, thank god, the truck starts moving again.
That's when dad says goodbye to our country.
Jamal.
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