Crossing Over

From Living in Direct Provision: 9 Stories

“I woke up this morning with a bit of ‘hot head’ and shivers, even though the room was heated. It is one of those days in Ireland when the sky empties her icy grains. Going to the GP is out of the question. I have seen him five times in one month. I know this is the pulse of frustration, whose height can’t be measured nor bounds determined by a mere stethoscope. This is my third year in the direct provision hostel and I have learned that asylum seekers visit the GP four times more frequently than normal Irish people. The pressure in here is so high that everybody seems to be furious over little things. If you ask me I would say most of our ailments are stress related.”