Moving Through The System

[poliphilo]

They've put Odi in a groundfloor bedsit in a South Manchester street that- the plaque says- was regenerated in 2004. The road has been chopped into sections to calm the cars and all the turn-of-the century houses have had their faces scrubbed and their windows replaced. There's a park at one end of the street and a church I nearly served in at the other. Halfway down there's a mosque with a miniature, gaily-painted minaret. 

We walked to the park. It has a wildflower meadow and a nicely maintained play area where Odi, Fabrizio and I rode the swings. There are local shops- and Hume High Street is within walking distance. Odi bought a saucpan in Asda and some frozen goats feet and other foodstuffs at a market stall.  

Odi's case worker, a Jamaican guy called Errol, was chasing after her yesterday to give her £30 emergency money- and she has an interview this morning with someone from the Refugee Support Network. I can't keep track of all the agencies that are hovering round her, but between them they seem to be getting the job done.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

No, this is a genuine rift. She's moved from a house to a bedsit- and has gained nothing- except her freedom from him. Besides this could seriously screw their application for asylum.

It's perfectly possible they could get back together again. I rather hope they don't. My experience is that once a relationship is this badly damaged there's no point in trying to stick it back together.