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As the Snowflakes melted

4 June, 2023

Part 2: The Wolf is Loose Chapter Two

This is Amanda Smith reporting live from El Paso, Texas where tensions have been rising between American climate refugees and armed groups on the Mexican side of the border. Just moments ago, shots were fired as a group of American refugees attempted to cross the Rio Grande into Mexico. It is currently unclear how many refugees were involved and if there are any survivors.

Eyewitnesses on the scene report that the refugees were met with a hail of bullets as they attempted to cross the river. The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the area, causing panic and chaos among those gathered on both sides of the border. The situation is currently very tense, with Mexican authorities attempting to control the situation and prevent any further violence.

This tragic event highlights the desperation of those affected by the ice age crisis. With many American refugees seeking asylum in warmer countries, tensions have risen at the border as people attempt to cross into Mexico. This incident is a stark reminder of the dangers and risks involved in attempting to flee the effects of climate change.

We will continue to bring you updates on this developing story as more information becomes available.

Amal and Malik sit cross-legged on a concrete slab, their helmets and safety vests piled by their sides. They take in the stunning view of the city skyline. The hustle and bustle of Colombo below them looks like a miniature toy set. Construction cranes loom above the buildings like giant metallic giraffes. The two men marvel at the sight.

“You know, Amal, I never thought I’d work on a big project like this,” Malik says, taking a bite of his samosa.

“I feel the same my friend,” Amal replies, savoring the taste of the laveriya Mala packed in the morning. The men look at each other and smile. They met on the construction site a few weeks ago and have since become good friends.

Amal spoke some decent English now. He has been practicing everyday thanks to a language app Shalini installed on his phone. Amal’s new English skills have come in handy communicating with the other construction workers who come from Nepal, Pakistan, Maldives, China and Bangladesh.

“How long have you been here?” Amal asks, curious about his new friend’s story.

“Two years. I came from Bangladesh to help my family,” Malik responds, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

Amal nods understandingly. He knows all too well the hardships of being a migrant worker.

“I also came to Colombo to find work,” Amal says, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

Malik nods in empathy. “It’s hard being so far from home, but at least we have work and earn good money here,” he says, gesturing to the skyscraper they are sitting on. Amal nods in agreement. “We are lucky. Things are crazy in the world right now,” he says, his eyes scanning the city below.

While Amal and Malik were having their simple meal a sudden loud crash interrupted them. Startled, they quickly rushed down two flights of stairs to see what had happened. The construction floor below was in chaos, with a crowd of construction workers gathered around a mangled body on the ground.

Amal and Malik pushed their way through the crowd to get a closer look. It was a worker they recognized, one who had been working alongside them just moments ago. A large metal rafter had fallen from above, smashing into the poor man and killing him instantly.

As the men stood there in shock, one of the Chinese foremen appeared on the scene, barking orders for everyone to get back to work.

“What do you mean, get back to work? Look at him!” shouted one of the workers, pointing at the mangled body on the ground. “This is what happens when we’re overworked and underpaid!”

The tension in the air was palpable, and it didn’t take long for the complaints to escalate into a full-blown ruckus. The workers began to voice their grievances, one after another, their voices rising in a crescendo of anger and frustration.

“We work long hours, in dangerous conditions, for barely enough to survive!” yelled another worker. “We demand better treatment!”

The Chinese foremen were overwhelmed, and their attempts to calm the workers only seemed to make things worse. Frustrated and angry, the workers stormed out of the building, leaving the foremen and a few police officers to deal with the aftermath.

Amal couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. He knew that the working conditions were dangerous, but he never expected things to escalate to violence like this.

“What will happen now?” Malik asked, his voice tinged with worry.

“Let’s go home,” Malik said, his voice serious. “Let’s get some fresh air and clear our heads.” Amal nodded in agreement, and the two men quickly made their way to the nearest exit. They stepped outside and took in the hustle and bustle of the city, trying to shake off the tension that had built up inside them.

“I don’t know how much longer we can work like this,” Amal said, his voice low. “It’s not worth risking our lives for.” Malik nodded, his expression grim. “But what else do we have? We came here to feed our families, and we can’t just give up.” Amal sighed heavily, knowing that Malik was right. They both had families to support and bills to pay. But the thought of continuing to work under such dangerous conditions weighed heavily on his mind. “We’ll have to figure something out,” he said with determination in his voice.

Saying this Amal took his leave and hopped on a bus heading north. Amal saw enough for today and he could only think about one person he can talk to about what happened. And that person was his son Aruna.