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This reminded me of a very funny scene at work... (I always think work, so no wonder). My refugee kids lived in an institution and one day one of the kids should change class. We knew this was going to be trouble, so we asked the institution for some extra backup. And surely enough. One of the boys refused to move. He sat, and no matter what we said. He sat. He was 14 years old. Big guy. Lot of temper. Strongly connected to his ethnical group. And believe me. Those things are important among Afghans! And the other class didn't have the right people in it. So. Before he was going to ruin the whole day and throwing desks and chairs around (he was very good at that. Not so good at reading and writing)the social worker from the institution sat down in front of him, saying with her sugar coated voice. Come Ali (I changed the name... , just in case), come and be a goooooood boy. And you will get some raisins. Shaking a bag with old looking raisins in front of his nose. Well. I guess he should have at least Molly's trail mix. Raisins didn't do. And yes. The desk was thrown. The next day we gave up and he could stay with his friends.
