Free The Expelled by Mois Benarroch Page A

that I hadn't lived. The dream begins in a castle, in an enormous hall and everyone is scared to get to the front part of the hall which leads to the garden, but they tell us that we have to go. And they are afraid because there is a shadow, an evil spirit, but at the same time they all try to seem very modern and they say they're not afraid, and when I get to that place something envelops me, and I hear the others say ‘he is flying’. Then it's 25 years later and there's a party in that same garden and I scare a few guests, but the others tell people not be afraid that I am a friendly ghost and that I won't hurt anyone, and then I say to myself or I tell someone, I don't remember precisely, I say that I wanted to get to the front of the hall, that it wasn't a coincidence, and that I had finally understood that the evil spirit was the result of the lies of those who were visiting the castle, and at that moment I realized I had to expose those lies, and I woke up.”
    “Why?”
    “That's the dream, the twenty-five years represent the years since I left Morocco, you see? You understand?”
    “The same twenty-five years since I've returned, and I don't stop returning.”
    “But it is not the same, I cannot return. I'm Jewish and the Jews can never go back, or if they can it's after hundreds or thousands of years. When they're gone, they're gone for good.
    “You’re probably exaggerating a little bit...”
    “Well, maybe a little yes, physically I can go to Morocco, but my community doesn't exist, which means my Morocco no longer exists, it's another country.”
    “I can return to France, and although there I am the Moroccan I can still go back, but you can go to Israel.”
    “That's where I went after Morocco, they promised the moon and they gave me the salt of the sea. Without water. And after two years I came here, and I cannot go back to Israel either.”
    “And where is here?”
    “Europe.”
    “Where in Europe?”
    “You don't need to know more.”
    “Let's see if we can finish now, I'll tell you the rest real quick, so the bus turned back and we drove for two hours to find another wall of about ten yards long, we saw a house next to it, well, half a house, the people who lived there told us that the wall passed in the middle of their house, and went up suddenly in the middle of the night so the children are on one side and the parents on the other, and they don't know how it all happened without any noise. So we turned back again and it took us two hours of trees to realize that the other wall hadn't disappeared, and something incredible happened, a young man with one of those laptop computers told the driver that, I think it was after six or seven turns, he said that it wasn't possible that gas wasn't depleted, that something wasn't logical, and he had made many calculations, and that he believed that the walls were imaginary, that they did not exist and that what we had to do was ignore one of them and keep going. I thought he was right, we discussed it and suggested that those who wanted to get off the bus should do it and the others would drive to the wall. We discussed that for hours, and the back people were also entitled to get off or to vote, and well in the end the kid was right, we crossed the wall but what happened was worse, we found ourselves between two trucks on the highway, stuck on both sides, we appeared right in the middle, and that was the cause of the accident.”
    “And you expect me to believe that just because your father was from Morocco?”
    “He still is, he's still alive.”
    “Whatever, but you think I'm going to believe your story?”
    “No, I can tell you other versions and make up a thousand things, but that's what I remember. That is if I'm still sane. Maybe I'm already delirious, or maybe I was before.”
    4.
    I told my boyfriend, well, Severio, I told him that I did not like it in the back, I like sitting in front, I want to see the road, but they were the last two