We climb onto the roof and I help him up, we crouch down into a dark dusty corner away from their prying eyes, they can’t get us here, they can’t get us here, I keep saying to myself.

The man looks at me with curious eyes, “I’ve never met anyone like you before” he says “willing to help a stranger”

“You should be grateful for that” I whisper not telling him that he’s only in this position becau...