An original, amusing and tender novel that speaks to us about loneliness and of what it is to be a refugee. I'm called Omar and I'm a nut. My father was a gardener and my mother smelled like cinnamon. They were both eaten up by the sea just before they got to the beach. I saw them disappear whilst I floated away in that little nut shell along with a bunch of strangers. Of the three of us, I was the only one with a life jacket - it had my name on it. My mum had written it on there so I'd never ever forget it.
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