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Lindiwe had arrived. In the town’s brief history, few had actually suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock.

But desperation had driven Lindiwe to extreme measures, as it had her fellow migrants who ‘d likewise survived the journey.

Lindiwe hadn’t viewed the stops on her trip as a traveler might, although there were few European travelers who would venture into sub-Saharan Africa nowadays. What she saw of the thousands of miles between Southern Africa and Northern Europe wasn’t through the round windows of an aeroplane soaring above the clouds and streaking ahead of a trail of prohibitively expensive nonrenewable fuel source. She saw no airports and the majority of certainly no passport controllers. Had she met even one in between Lesotho and London, she ‘d have been unceremoniously bundled away in the back of an immigration paddy wagon either to be dumped back in her country of origin or detained in among the many refugee camps that lined the coasts of North Africa. And from what Lindiwe had become aware of these camps, her most likely fate there would be a lonely death while she waited on a decision from the many federal government agencies and private charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the obligation for feeding the countless desperate souls in their care.

No one would wish to be strained with such obligation when there were many other more immediate requirements to address.

Lindiwe didn’t anticipate Ashton Lovelock to deal with unlawful immigrants with any more kindness than Nairobi, Cairo, Harare, Sarajevo or Rotterdam would have done if her presence had been found by an official at any point on her trip. There were the weeks and, in the shanty towns of Cairo, the months of working for really little pay and a great offer of physical and verbal abuse in occupations that were far more menial than her post-graduate degree and professional training had actually ever prepared her for.

Here in the Kingdom of England, there might be a chance to make good the certifications that were surplus to requirements in Maseru. Lindiwe had high expect Ashton Lovelock. In spite of the falling apart decay of the hastily-built home she was remaining in, it was a fairly young town with energy-efficient housing, comprehensive parking spaces, and a profusion of windmills and solar panels.

The truth was that Ashton Lovelock was a veritable paradise compared to her original home in Africa. The years of African scarcity had not decreased total population numbers by very much. The few readily available tasks paid really inadequately if they ever paid at all.

Ashton Lovelock, on the other hand, was a town of owner-occupation that had now become an area of squats as the number of those who might afford to buy home in the over-crowded Kingdom of England had actually shrunk at the same rate as the supply of non-derelict real estate stock. This town had once been house to a flourishing neighborhood of 3rd and second generation Asian immigrants, however the regrettable policies of the recently deposed Government of National Unity had resulted in their total evacuation. This undoubtedly left a vacuum that was now being filled by the latest wave of immigrants: of which Lindiwe was one. She was only one of many. There were people collected in Ashton Lovelock from all over the world, though almost all of them were pretending to have come through the Northern European Union. This was an essential lie, made plausible in the consequences of the National Server Centre Riots. Numerous came from Africa, at least as numerous from the Middle East and Asia, and, undoubtedly, refugees from the racially intolerant Republic of North America. Fortunately, the one thing everyone had in common was a shared

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Aparo shared the exact same single bed mattress with Lindiwe in a space that had actually as soon as been a loft extension. Apara and Lindiwe shared the bed mattress in the daylight hours.

” There are no tasks at KFC-McDonalds,” said Aparo, describing the franchise where she worked. “You’re simply going to have to look for work somewhere else.”

Lindiwe’s heart sank. She could not sleep on the mattress in the evening due to the fact that Mr and Mrs Martin would be there and there weren’t lots of places open in the evening where she could want to discover work. This suggested that her pursuit of work would also mean going without sleep.

However, bleary-eyed and bored, after a night invested in the vicinity of the bus depot in the company of others with absolutely nothing else to do, Lindiwe resolutely roamed the streets of Ashton Lovelock in the hunt for a job opportunity. Not that there were lots of places to check out in the town centre. The proprietor of KFC-McDonalds, herself a South African immigrant, was sympathetic but explained that there was a long waiting list of similarly desperate candidates. The other fast-food chain, Yo Sushi Pizza Hut, was rather less friendly and more or less told her that only Muslim men might apply. Besides that, the only grocery store– a Tesco-Walmart– was honestly hostile and informed her that the business had a policy of reporting suspected immigrants. There was little hope there either.

Lindiwe quickly realised that there were no jobs for her in Ashton Lovelock at all. The immigrant neighborhood had currently taken all the available low-paid opportunities. And this was much to the evident distaste of native English residents, many of whom openly ridiculed Lindiwe with unsubtle reminders of the unethical practices of the deposed Government of National Unity.

The ever-widening radius of her job search ultimately included a business estate on the border of Swindon where Lindiwe, at last, got a position however as nothing more requiring than a nightshift cleaning-woman. Although this position required a costly two-hour commute by bus followed by a half-hour walk it was still much better than needing to spend the whole night preventing the couple sleeping on her daytime bed mattress.

Her official jobs primarily involved changing on and switching off the numerous cleansing machines and robots. Nevertheless, it wasn’t long till Lindiwe found that cleansing wasn’t everything she was expected to do, although it wasn’t composed into her terms and conditions of employment (which, in any case, were completely spoken and agreed with a handshake).

During the very first week that Lindiwe operated at the George Monbiot eco-business park, she became aware of the existence of rooms that ran out bounds to her and the other night-time operatives. There would invariably be an e-paper indication posted on the door of these rooms that asked for that they be cleaned up later. In case there might be some misunderstanding, these doors were locked from the within. This was odd since the only individuals expected to be working at the offices so late in the evening were guard and technical operatives.

It quickly ended up being apparent what was taking place when Lindiwe bumped into any of the individuals who had actually been remaining in a locked room. Lindiwe also saw the odor of sex that was lingering on their individual.

” I like all the personnel to chip in,” Lindiwe’s manager explained as he handed her the meagre rewards for her first week’s work. He was a slim dark-skinned male with a turban and a West Midlands accent. He was an exile who had actually returned home after the modification of federal government. “The advantages are extra pay. I can’t promise a fortune but suggestions can make a difference.”

” Why don’t people go to whorehouses and massage parlours?” asked Lindiwe, who understood that her continued employment was probably conditional on her accepting this extra work.

” The modification of federal government brought about lots of good chances,” Mr Singh said with a sigh, “otherwise I wouldn’t be here, of course. However one procedure the new federal government also introduced was to close the illicit sex facilities that were an informal haven for the immigrant ladies who ‘d remained on in the nation, in spite of the consistent pressure to leave. This operation resembles numerous others you’ll discover all over this nation. It’s a way for the Business Park’s landlords to utilize empty rooms in offices that would otherwise be decommissioned and for the punters to get what they want.”

And what they wanted was something Lindiwe now had to offer about twice a week in one of the several out-of-bound workplaces. There was a consistent stream of customers who came to take pleasure in the inexpensive satisfaction that immigrant labour was now providing: their appetites whetted by the VR fantasies they could enjoy in the comfort of their own homes.

For Lindiwe, this provided no satisfaction at all until she squeezed into the workplace shower with the other nightshift cleaners to spray off the semen, urine and other physical fluids that the clients thought was an essential part of love-making but during which ordeal the vaginal penetration was probably the least horrible part.

In the town’s short history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. And from what Lindiwe had heard about these camps, her most likely fate there would be a lonely death while she waited for a choice from the many federal government companies and personal charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the duty for feeding the millions of desperate souls in their care.

Lindiwe didn’t expect Ashton Lovelock to treat illegal immigrants with any more generosity than Nairobi, Cairo, Harare, Sarajevo or Rotterdam would have done if her presence had been discovered by an authorities at any point on her trip. Bored and bleary-eyed, after a night invested in the vicinity of the bus depot in the company of others with nothing else to do, Lindiwe resolutely roamed the streets of Ashton Lovelock in the hunt for a work opportunity. And this was much to the evident distaste of native English citizens, many of whom openly teased Lindiwe with unsubtle pointers of the dishonest practices of the deposed Government of National Unity.

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