Josef Refugee Novels & Stories

- he says “What happened?” - I ask him sitting foreword on the sofa “There was an attack on the underground” - Joseph says “Are you shitting me right now?” - I ask “Yeah because I live to shit you, of course not” - joseph replies “How many man?” - I ask “Three, they set fire onto everything “ “Who” “Who did this?” “No you moron, who died” - I say “Adam, Carlos and Andrade” - he says and I take a deep breath.

She clicked to the next slide, showing photos of families we'd helped over the decades. "Maria Santos, our first Guatemala case, just became a hospital administrator. Her daughter graduated medical school last month. The Chen twins from Singapore now run their own foundation helping trafficked children in Southeast Asia. The Morrison family from London established a scholarship fund for adopted children." "And," Kai added with a grin, "Alexei and Dimitri Kozlov just completed their first successful mission protecting a family of refugees in Jordan." The room erupted in amazed murmurs. The transformation of the Kozlov brothers had become legendary within our organization.

a scout yelled from the gate. Sofia turned and saw a man crawling toward the light. He was one of the refugees who had just boarded the first convoy. His entire face was a mask of gray, cracked stone, his eyes already gone. He reached out a hand, and as he touched the obsidian pavement, his fingers shattered into a pile of silent, gray dust. "Stop the convoys!" Sofia screamed, but the sound of the engines was already fading into the distance. "Nomo, get to the radio! Tell them nobody leaves! Tell them we’re under quarantine!"

“Men like that already have one foot in the grave and still haven’t learned a damn thing. Money, reputation—they’ve had more than enough. And yet the animal in them still crawls out. They should spend whatever time they’ve got left doing something decent for once.” It was Christmas, technically—but Josef’s life had nothing to do with holidays or relaxation. No sooner had he dealt with the Collins couple than the situation with his “son” came knocking again. Actually, it had never really stopped. After the Christmas Eve banquet, once Laurent found out he was adopted—not biological—he’d been stunned into silence for one night. Then he showed up at Josef’s hotel with his wife and son, begging o

“What do you know about Joseph?” “David and Mark have been with the colonel since we arrived and they haven’t returned,” Julianne replied. “We don’t know anything.” At that precise moment the door to the room opened and David and Mark entered. “Doctor, I’m glad to know you’re okay!” David said, seeing that Hansen was awake. “How do you feel?” “I’m fine. What have you heard from Joseph? Did you manage to locate it?” “Yes, we found him,” Mark said, “he’s already in Israel, in a house in the center of Jerusalem.”

This was where Amparo had lived most of the time. Patrick stepped out of the car and opened the back door. Yosef, dressed in a dark shirt, swung his long legs out of the vehicle and stepped onto the ground. The rain from the previous night had left the earth soggy, and mud clung to his polished shoes the moment they touched the ground. He frowned slightly. Yosef had a strong aversion to dirt. He wouldn’t have set foot in this place if it weren’t for the pressing issue at hand. As he entered the building, a man with tanned skin approached him. The man greeted Yosef with a friendly smile, speaking in rapid Spanish.

The look on his face was already enough to show that he wanted to ask him a question, but Joseph only shrugged before standing up. “You were part of the notorious drug trafficking circle in Cyprus but fled to Chicago under the identity of Eddy Jasper, the name that belongs to the son of the captain of the ship that smuggled you in. His son died on the ship, and he registered you as his son when you came to Chicago. Ever since then, you have tried to live a normal life and even started a business of exporting and importing. That’s a way to build a clean identity and profile, but I am sorry to break it to you, nothing is hidden under the sun, especially when I am the one looking for it”, Josep

relaxed the scholarly-looking old Leopoldo, not livid to Benedicto’s remark, his inquiring hosts in their comfy chair on the other side along the elongated length of the refectory table, not privy to the scope of their work. “Aw, I had believed they’re still new to the craggy hill but I don’t know everyone who lives here– no. Ha-ha-hah!” smiled the merchant and fisherman embarrassedly for his tactlessness, adjusting his rough, snag-beaten knuckles, flustered he had called out those who were displaced from the horrendous storm nineteen years ago. Josefina looked daggers at her husband, and so nudged him, the lines on the forehead of her lovely face showing, and said, “Yes, Ben, you don’t kn

I reluctantly pulled away and he reached for his bag, next to the signed discharge papers. "Thank you,” Josef said. We’d come a long way since the first day I got here but I was glad to have grown closer to Josef. There wasn’t a chance in the world that we would get together since he was leaving for Milan soon anyway, but it felt good to have a friend for once. Someone who wasn’t my narcissistic mother or my sister. It felt good to have someone. Maybe this was what Hazel felt with Nicholas. I was jealous of her. I had always been.

He was more desperate this time compared to the time Meredith and he were supposed to register their marriage. Could it be that he simply wanted to see how happy Meredith and Charlie were? "It's time to go, Sir," Yoseph said to Josiah as he could not bring himself to see how Josiah was looking all defeated and devastated. Josiah said nothing as he could not bring himself to say anything. Yoseph waited for a while and finally started the car engine when he saw the lovebirds opposite the street get into their car. … At noon, Josiah dropped by the old residence as his grandmother asked to see him.