The Expelled by Mois Benarroch

also responsible for his death. And he sang pretty well, someone said, maybe it was Severio, who had nothing to do with Severo, because he was a front person, and we were the guilty ones. I honestly can't tell you if he sang well or not, because I never heard a peep out of him, not talking nor singing, and I already told you, he didn't seem like a bad guy to me, but I'm so in love with my boyfriend and I only have eyes for him. I was sorry he died, but not for long, because for no reason I was guilty, a suspect among other suspects, but still guilty, so my sympathy faded off pretty fast.
    Apart from being guilty , we were forbidden from going to the can, even though it was in the back of the bus, but the strange thing is that no one from the back or the front said anything, absolutely nothing, everything seemed quite normal that we would be banned from going to the can, men and women, until I said that it was not possible, we had the right to go to the can, it was a necessity. And then the super smart group gave in, yes gave in, that's the word, as if it was a huge favor, giving us the chance to go to the bathroom between three and four in the afternoon and at night, two hours a day, and they had the other twenty-two hours, one of the front people claimed that they were more than us, they were the majority he said, and nobody, absolutely no one asked or wondered what that had to do with majorities. Yes, of course I fought with my boyfriend, he did nothing to defend me, the front people possessed us, we were their things, we became things, and they could touch us, especially the women, just like that, and he did nothing about it. "What can I do." It wasn't even a question, he simply said it, resigned, like a dead person, his strength was gone, all his masculine strength, he became a broken man, a man with a past, all he could say was that it will end soon, but it never did, it was one day after another and one night after another, and the front people became more and more violent with the women, they raped us, you see, I can't even say it, we were raped, yes, I remember their faces, and it was all of them, without exception, not one, and the back men despised us because the front men raped us even Severio told me that I was a whore, that I turned them on that's why they raped me, I want to kill them all, that's what I want. Everyone, and if you're a man, all men, all of them, well, I'm not saying women are much better, they started competing, who had been raped more times that day, because that meant, as you can imagine, that they were prettier. I wanted to be the ugliest, but they raped me more than the others, almost every day, and those bitches were like jealous, yeah, they were jealous.
    “But that's not love and it has nothing to do with beauty, it is pure violence.”
    “Yes, but that's the way it is and it's easy for you to say that because you're the most attractive one.”
    “How is that easy?”
    “Yes, they rape you more and that's why you're the prettiest.”
    “But I want to be the ugliest.”
    “Sure, that's easy to say when you're the prettiest.”
    “Beauty does not matter.”
    “Sure, that's easy to say when you have a body like yours and you are used to having everyone look at you.”
    “What are you talking about, easy ?”
    But nobody listened to me, and no one listened to no one.
    From where I was sitting I couldn't see much, but I realized that we were lost. Sometimes the bus would come to a sudden halt, and then start backing. And the faces of the passengers became blurry, instead of eyes they had spots, and the same for the nose and mouth. They all looked alike. Someone said that the front people were poor men, that's how he said it, and they all started talking at once.
    “And it seems they're escaping from a genocide. We must feel compassion for them.”
    “Compassion? “
    “Yes, some have lost their entire family, all of it, cousins and siblings, uncles and grandparents, everyone, they're