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When ten-year-old Enaiatollah Akbari’s small village in Afghanistan falls prey to Taliban rule in early 2000, his mother shepherds the boy across the border into Pakistan but has to leave him there all alone to fend for himself. Thus begins Enaiat’s remarkable and often punish­ing five-year ordeal, which takes him through Iran, Turkey, and Greece before he seeks political asylum in Italy at the age of fifteen.

Along the way, Enaiat endures the crippling physical and emotional ...

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Overview

When ten-year-old Enaiatollah Akbari’s small village in Afghanistan falls prey to Taliban rule in early 2000, his mother shepherds the boy across the border into Pakistan but has to leave him there all alone to fend for himself. Thus begins Enaiat’s remarkable and often punish­ing five-year ordeal, which takes him through Iran, Turkey, and Greece before he seeks political asylum in Italy at the age of fifteen.

Along the way, Enaiat endures the crippling physical and emotional agony of dangerous border crossings, trekking across bitterly cold mountain pathways for days on end or being stuffed into the false bottom of a truck. But not every­one is as resourceful, resilient, or lucky as Enaiat, and there are many heart-wrenching casualties along the way.

Based on Enaiat’s close collaboration with Italian novelist Fabio Geda and expertly rendered in English by an award- winning translator, this novel reconstructs the young boy’s memories, perfectly preserving the childlike perspective and rhythms of an intimate oral history.
 
Told with humor and humanity, In the Sea There Are Crocodiles brilliantly captures Enaiat’s moving and engaging voice and lends urgency to an epic story of hope and survival.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Based on the true story of Enaiatollah Akbari, a young boy whose agonizing struggle begins after his native Afghanistan becomes a dangerous place to live, Geda's novel is his first book to be translated into English. Enaiat is 10 years old when his mother takes him from their village into Pakistan, leaving her other children behind. She shepherds her eldest son to presumed safety while imparting three tenets for adulthood: don't use drugs, don't use weapons, and don't cheat or steal. She leaves him during the night and when he realizes she's gone and he's alone, he finds a series of jobs and transient shelters while trying to figure out which country might provide him with the chance to survive. He crosses into Iran, only to be to repatriated to Afghanistan under harsh conditions. His treacherous existence is filled with touching moments of accomplishment, as when he's able to buy a watch. "I'd often thought about having a watch, just to give some meaning to the passage of time..." Geda includes a running dialogue between himself as author and Enaiat that gives perspective to the tale as the boy forges onward, crossing borders and leaving his childhood far behind. The book is simply written, and strangely distant emotionally, but gives a face to the refugees who face daunting odds to get to the West. (Aug.)
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"Inspiring"
O Magazine

" This gripping, strangely sweet tale....captures the young man’s open-hearted tone just right.....Reading of Akbari’s efforts to find a better life — alone and at an age when children in our country can’t even drive yet — will leave you shaken, but his resilient joy leavens the story even when he’s toiling for 90 hours a week at dangerous work in a locked warehouse, crossing the snow-covered mountains from Iran to Turkey on foot, or hiding in the false bottom of a truck “like grains of rice squeezed in someone’s hand.” The lovely rapport between Akbari and Geda comes across now and then when the journalist interrupts to prod him for more detail, gently reminding him just how extraordinary his experience is."
—The Washington Post    

"Reminds us that Afghanistan’s current woes did not begin with the American invasion of 2001....And so it goes on, almost unimaginable horrors related with a lack of sentiment and bombast....[a] remarkable story"—
The Financial Times

"Geda does a wonderful job of creating a voice for Enaiatollah that matures subtly, becoming sharper with every mishap but never losing the ability to make the best of a situation....for all the hardship, In The Sea is full of wit and the book is really about determination...moving"
The Guardian

"An intriguing story.....[and] understated sense of humor, even when he recalls horrible scenes....quite dramatic"
Boston Globe

"In Geda's hands Enaiatollah's story is a riveting and fast read, one that dips into emotional and physical violence but surfaces in a splash of redemption and humanity and hope. Adult readers will be gripped by the tale, as will young adult readers."
Denver Post

"Remarkable....exquisitely rendered and completely free from pride or self-pity. This book will break your heart at the same time that it is lifting your spirit and opening your understanding to a very different kind of life in our very same world."
Daily Herald

"More than stand up as a page-turner that makes you care about its hero from the outset and willingly accompany him on his often perilous journey from Afghanistan to Italy. That it is based on reality makes it more than just a compelling adventure story. For here is a frank, revealing and clear-eyed testament of the experiences faced by a young asylum-seeker in the contemporary world.....Salutary and humane, In the Sea There Are Crocodiles, as its international bestseller status indicates, deserves to be read widely by young and older readers alike."
The Guardian

"As the reader, you have to wonder what you were doing circa 2005, while Enaiat was traversing the mountains of Turkey. Geda's frank, unembellished prose captures the voice of a brave boy who never loses hope - and who is lucky to be alive to tell his story."
The National

"Fabio Geda has done a fine job bringing Enaiat alive without resorting to novelists' tricks.....Fast read. It presents a contemporary look at a world that Americans have become increasingly a part of and from the point of view of persons who usually have no voice. That world is presented so convincingly"
The Washington Independent

"Chilling....beautiful....heart-warming"
The Times UK

"‘Geda’s voice combines the plucky survivor’s determination of his charge with moments of pathos – soaked poignancy and others of joyful laughter...It’s sobering and heart lifting to see the stoical determination and achievement of someone who makes our world look like paradise. This little gem, beautifully and unobtrusively translated, will raise tears of sorrow and joy."
The Independent

"Beautifully told....will inform and inspire"
The Guardian

"A small book wiht a big story to tell....compelling narrative that maintains the youthful voice of this remarkable boy.....undeniably eye-opening....What makes In the Sea There Are Crocodiles so persuasive is the boy's voice, beautifully captured by Geda."
Book Page

"A compelling and intimate story....truly incredible....Fabio Geda retells Enaiatollah's story with warmth and compassion, interacting with him in a gentle and intimate manner which brings depth to the story. Although written as a fictional piece the story is recreated from Enaiatollah's memory.  With its simplistic style, the reader is drawn into the world of the child: his thought processes and his perceptions. The story spans five years, Enaiatollah is only fifteen when he arrives in Italy and realizes that this is the place he wants to call home."
Read Plus 

"A remarkable, heart-warming story of courage and endurance in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles... truly inspirational"
The Irish Examiner

The core of the story is Enaiat's indomitable will to succeed....revealing....hair-raising....unforgettable....In the Sea There Are Crocodiles is an eye-opening account of human endurance, of overcoming the most difficult obstacles—all for freedom and a better life."
The Counter Punch

"[A]n authentic, open and marvelous voice of youthful exuberance."
Kirkus Reviews, starred review

"Lyric...the book reads like a conversation...both affecting and unaffected, powerfully delivers one child's story of survival while bringing us close to the horrors....Another Kite Runner? It's certainly a lovely read."
Library Journal

"[T]here's no shortage of heart-breaking trials to be faced....Enaiat's daring adventure is ideally suited for young adults, but older readers will find in it a deeper layer of investigation of the humanity of strangers and the power of family. If Enaiat's memory eventually seems muddled and fragmented, so that the book must be called fiction, the truth of his experience remains."
Booklist

"Fabio, the writer to whome he [Enaiatollah Akbari] tells his narrative, has a poetic turn of phrase, but lets events speak for themselves. The result is a moving and eye-opening chronicle of hardships no child should have to endure, mitigated by intermittent kindnesses."
The Sunday Times (UK)

"The prose is straightforward, engaging, and at times almost conversational. Teens will marvel at Akbari’s courage and resilience"—School Library Journal

"Every so often a book comes along that is an absolute gift to the world. This is one such book."
 –Laura Fitzgerald, author of Dreaming in English and Veil of Roses

 "The personal stories of refugees and their life-or-death battles are usually lost in between the lines of news reports. In direct and undecorated prose, Fabio Geda beautifully delivers the human experience of Enaiatollah, a ten-year-old Afghani boy, whose will for survival is more than remarkable. In the Sea there Are Crocodiles will make you laugh and cry, and it will also make you a better person. Everyone should read this book."
—Marina Nemat, winner of the inaugural Human Dignity Award and author of Prisoner of Tehran

Library Journal
The night before young Enaiat's mother abandons him in Pakistan, hoping that her sacrifice will take him away from the merciless Taliban, she tells him "if you hold a wish up high, any wish, just in front of your forehead, then life will always be worth living." Enaiat's five-year journey, based on the true story of refugee Enaiatollah Akbari, takes him from his remote village in Afghanistan to Pakistan, Iran, Turkey, Greece, and, finally, Italy. As an illegal immigrant being shuttled between countries, Enaiat sees the best and the worst of humanity but never lets the ugliness of life deter him from his dream of a better future. In his first book to be translated into English, Italian novelist Geda occasionally inserts himself into the narrative in the form of conversations with his subject. The interjections, coupled with the first-person perspective, capture Enaiat's story with deceptively simple language laden with meaning, making the Afghani's tale not just a fascinating account of one man's trials but also a compelling epic full of insight into human nature. VERDICT Geda has crafted a deeply compelling novel about the cruelty and kindness of strangers and the strength of one man's will to survive even when the world seems bent against his success. [See Prepub Alert, 2/7/11.]—Chelsey Philpot, School Library Journal
Kirkus Reviews

A nonfiction novel, recounted in part from contemporary oral history.

Ten-year-old Enaiatollah (Enaiat) Akbari lives with his mother in Ghazni province, in Afghanistan, and neither one knows his life is about to change forever. One day the Taliban arrive at his school and tell the headmaster to shut it down, but he ignores—or perhaps defies—them. Two days later, the Taliban show up again, put the headmaster within a circle of students and shoot him. Thus begins Enaiat's odyssey from his village, and he's not to settle down again for five long and precarious years. Soon after the incident at his school, his mother gives her son three pieces of advice—don't use drugs, don't use weapons, don't cheat or steal—and then she takes off, leaving Enaiat to fend for himself. He starts a pattern of relying on traffickers to get him across sundry borders, first to Pakistan, then to Iran, Turkey, Greece and, finally—at the age of 15—Italy, where he's able to get asylum and start school again. Along the way he has various jobs, mostly selling wares on the streets or working illegally (and dangerously) on construction sites. He also relies on the kindness of strangers, a Greek woman, for example, who clothes him and gives him food and money. And while from an objective perspective Enaiat's life is both unsafe and high-risk, he never loses his innate optimism or his buoyant pluckiness and ingenuity.

One marvels that Enaiat has told his life adventure to Italian author Geda, and while the novelist has evidently shaped Enaiat's story for publication, at its core is an authentic, open and marvelous voice of youthful exuberance.

Ron Charles
…gripping, strangely sweet…This English translation by Howard Curtis captures the young man's open-hearted tone just right…Reading of Akbari's efforts to find a better life…will leave you shaken, but his resilient joy leavens the story…
—The Washington Post
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385534734
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/9/2011
  • Pages: 224
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.62 (h) x 0.94 (d)

Meet the Author

FABIO GEDA is an Italian novelist who writes for several Italian magazines and newspapers. This is his first book to be translated into English. Howard Curtis is a London-based translator of Italian and French texts, for which he has won numerous awards.
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I met Enaiatollah Akbari at a book presentation where I was speaking about my first novel, the story of a Romanian boy’s life as an immigrant in Italy. Enaiatollah came up to me and said he’d had a similar experience. We got talking. And we didn’t stop. I never tired of listening to his experiences, and he didn’t tire of dredging them from his memory. After we’d known each other for a while, he asked me if I would write his story down, so that people who had suffered similar things could know they were not alone, and so that others might understand them better.
This book is therefore based on a true story. But, of course, Enaiatollah didn’t remember it all perfectly. Together we painstakingly reconstructed his journey, looking at maps, consulting Google, trying to create a chronology for his fragmented memories. I have tried to be as true to his voice as possible, retelling the story exactly as he told it. But for all that, this book must be considered fiction, since it is the recreation of Enaiatollah’s experience – a recreation that has allowed him to take possession of his own story.
                                                                   Fabio Geda, Turin 2010
 

Afghanistan

The thing is, I really wasn’t expecting her to go. Because when you’re ten years old and getting ready for bed, on a night that’s just like any other night, no darker or starrier or more silent or more full of smells than usual, with the familiar sound of the muezzins calling the faithful to prayer from the tops of the minarets just like anywhere else . . . no, when you’re ten years old--I say ten, although I’m not entirely sure when I was born, because there’s no registry office or anything like that in Ghazni province--like I said, when you’re ten years old, and your mother, before putting you to bed, takes your head and holds it against her breast for a long time, longer than usual, and says, There are three things you must never do in life, Enaiat jan, for any reason . . . The first is use drugs. Some of them taste good and smell good and they whisper in your ear that they’ll make you feel better than you could ever feel without them. Don’t believe them. Promise me you won’t do it.

I promise.

The second is use weapons. Even if someone hurts your feelings or damages your memories, or insults God, the earth or men, promise me you’ll never pick up a gun, or a knife, or a stone, or even the wooden ladle we use for making qhorma palaw, if that ladle can be used to hurt someone. Promise.

I promise.

The third is cheat or steal. What’s yours belongs to you, what isn’t doesn’t. You can earn the money you need by working, even if the work is hard. You must never cheat anyone, Enaiat jan, all right? You must be hospitable and tolerant to everyone. Promise me you’ll do that.

I promise.

Anyway, even when your mother says things like that and then, still stroking your neck, looks up at the window and starts talking about dreams, dreams like the moon, which at night is so bright you can see to eat by it, and about wishes--how you must always have a wish in front of your eyes, like a donkey with a carrot, and how it’s in trying to satisfy our wishes that we find the strength to pick ourselves up, and if you hold a wish up high, any wish, just in front of your forehead, then life will always be worth living--well, even when your mother, as she helps you get to sleep, says all these things in a strange, low voice as warming as embers, and fills the silence with words, this woman who’s always been so sharp, so quick-witted in dealing with life . . . even at a time like that, it doesn’t occur to you that what she’s really saying is, Khoda negahdar, goodbye.

Just like that.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I had a good stretch to wake myself up, then reached over to my right, feeling for the comforting presence of my mother’s body. The reassuring smell of her skin always said to me, Wake up, get out of bed, come on . . . But my hand felt nothing, only the white cotton cover between my fingers. I pulled it toward me. I turned over, with my eyes wide open. I propped myself on my elbows and tried calling out, Mother. But she didn’t reply and no one replied in her place. She wasn’t on the mattress, she wasn’t in the room where we had slept, which was still warm with bodies tossing and turning in the half-light, she wasn’t in the doorway, she wasn’t at the window looking out at the street filled with cars and carts and bikes, she wasn’t next to the water jars or in the smokers’ corner talking to someone, as she had often been during those three days.

From outside came the din of Quetta, which is much, much noisier than my little village in Ghazni, that strip of land, houses and streams that I come from, the most beautiful place in the world (and I’m not just boasting, it’s true).

Little or big.

It didn’t occur to me that the reason for all that din might be because we were in a big city. I thought it was just one of the normal differences between countries, like different ways of seasoning meat. I thought the sound of Pakistan was simply different from the sound of Afghanistan, and that every country had its own sound, which depended on a whole lot of things, like what people ate and how they moved around.

Mother, I called.

No answer. So I got out from under the covers, put my shoes on, rubbed my eyes and went to find the owner of the place to ask if he’d seen her, because three days earlier, as soon as we arrived, he’d told us that no one went in or out without him noticing, which seemed odd to me, since I assumed that even he needed to sleep from time to time.

The sun cut the entrance of the samavat Qgazi in two. Samavat means “hotel.” In that part of the world, they actually call those places hotels, but they’re nothing like what you think of as a hotel, Fabio. The samavat Qgazi wasn’t so much a hotel as a warehouse for bodies and souls, a kind of left-luggage office you cram into and then wait to be packed up and sent off to Iran or Afghanistan or wherever, a place to make contact with people traffickers.

We had been in the samavat for three days, never going out, me playing among the cushions, Mother talking to groups of women with children, some with whole families, people she seemed to trust.

I remember that, all the time we were in Quetta, my mother kept her face and body bundled up inside a burqa. In our house in Nava, with my aunt or with her friends, she never wore a burqa. I didn’t even know she had one. The first time I saw her put it on, at the border, I asked her why and she said with a smile, It’s a game, Enaiat, come inside. She lifted a flap of the garment, and I slipped between her legs and under the blue fabric. It was like diving into a swimming pool, and I held my breath, even though I wasn’t swimming.

Covering my eyes with my hand because of the light, I walked up to the owner, kaka Rahim, and apologized for bothering him. I asked about my mother, if by any chance he’d seen her go out, because nobody went in or out without him noticing, right?

Kaka Rahim was smoking a cigarette and reading a newspaper written in English, some of it in red, some in black, without pictures. He had long lashes and his cheeks were covered with a fine down like those furry peaches you sometimes get, and next to the newspaper, on the table at the entrance, was a plate containing a pile of apricot stones, along with three succulent-looking, orange-colored fruits, still uneaten, and a handful of mulberries.

There’s a lot of fruit in Quetta, Mother had told me. She had said it to entice me, because I love fruit. In Pashtun, Quetta means “fortified trading center” or something like that, a place where goods are exchanged: objects, lives. Quetta is the capital of Baluchistan: the fruit garden of Pakistan.

Without turning around, kaka Rahim blew smoke into the sun. Yes, he replied, I saw her.

I smiled. Where did she go, kaka Rahim? Can you tell me?

Away.

Away where?

Away.

When will she be back?

She’s not coming back.

She’s not coming back?

No.

What do you mean? Kaka Rahim, what do you mean, she’s not coming back?

She’s not coming back.

At that point I ran out of questions. There must have been others I could have asked, but I didn’t know what they were. I stood there in silence looking at the down on kaka Rahim’s cheeks, but without really seeing it.

It was kaka Rahim who spoke next. She told me to tell you something, he said.

What?

Khoda negahdar.

Is that all?

No, there was something else.

What, kaka Rahim?

She said not to do the three things she told you not to do.

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Author's Note

I met Enaiatollah Akbari at a book presentation where I was speaking about my first novel, the story of a Romanian boy's life as an immigrant in Italy. Enaiatollah came up to me and said he'd had a similar experience. We got talking. And we didn't stop. I never tired of listening to his experiences, and he didn't tire of dredging them from his memory. After we'd known each other for a while, he asked me if I would write his story down, so that people who had suffered similar things could know they were not alone, and so that others might understand them better.

This book is therefore based on a true story. But, of course, Enaiatollah didn't remember it all perfectly. Together we painstakingly reconstructed his journey, looking at maps, consulting Google, trying to create a chronology for his fragmented memories. I have tried to be as true to his voice as possible, retelling the story exactly as he told it. But for all that, this book must be considered fiction, since it is the recreation of Enaiatollah's experience - a recreation that has allowed him to take possession of his own story.
—Fabio Geda, Turin 2010

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  • Posted July 2, 2011

    Awesome book for the classroom!

    What a remarkable story told by a remarkable young man! In the Sea There are Crocodiles is joining my mental list of all-time favorite books! It is the true story as told by Enaiatollah Akbari to author Fabio Geda, although it must be classified as fiction because parts of it had to be reconstructed (it must have been difficult for a 10 year old with no watch or map to remember geographical/time-sensitive details). The story recounts Enaiatollah's 5 year journey to find a home after his mother selflessly leaves him in Pakistan in the hopes that he will find a better life than the one he has in Taliban-ruled Afghanistan. Although it may strike the reader as cruel at first blush, it would have been heartbreaking for Enaiatollah to have fallen victim to slavery or recruited into terrorism had he stayed in Afghanistan. Even at his tender young age, he seems to understand the depth and importance of his mother's decision.

    One of the things that I liked so much about this book is how Enaiatollah's sincerity just flowed right off the pages. I felt as though I was sitting in the same room listening to him tell his story. I also appreciated the life lessons that he learned along the way and his overall lack of bitterness. Don't get me wrong though -- his story is not sugar-coated in any way. He does feel a gamut of emotions, from anger to confusion to desperation, however his ability to experience joy may have been his best coping skill. A couple of the lessons that touched me the most were about the importance of friendship and that something that may seem to be a small act of kindness to me or you could mean the world to someone in need. Although I would love to elaborate, I will hold back so that individual readers can glean their own interpretations from Enaiatollah's experiences.

    In the Sea There are Crocodiles is a very quick read, partly because of its short length, but mostly due to its tight grip on the reader from start to finish. I really think this book would be very valuable in the educational setting; it would make a great summer-reading assignment and surely evoke some insightful essays from students! (It should also remind students how fortunate they are to have the freedom to attend school rather than work 14 hour days in a stone factory!) I am confident that Elaiatollah's story will touch many, many readers. I will be recommending it to my family and friends.

    Please note that I received a complimentary copy of In the Sea There are Crocodiles from the publisher which has in no way influenced my review.

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  • Posted February 27, 2012

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    Amazing book!

    This book was very well a very life changing read. I look back to everything that I have and all the blessings and advantages that I am so very lucky to have, and I realize how ungrateful I am. So often I don't realize everything I have and I don;t realize that others around this world don;t have what I have. When I think about this young boy, at the age of 10 who has to fend for himself after his mother leaves, I cannot even grasp the thought. He had to cross life-threatning borders and cross freezing mountains, alone. I depend on my mom for EVERYTHING and I know I couldn't live without her. He has to cross through 3 different countries alone and work and find himself his own jobs and work himself to make money to keep himself alive. I can't grasp the thought because I live where things are just handed to most kids and they don't need to lift a finger. Most haven't gone through the emotional pain of being left alone by somebody you thought loved you more than the world. I can't imagine emotionally what this boy had to go through and experience and to hear that he has graduated high school this past year and is planning and attending a university in Italy is amazing. This book helped me realize that I have it easy and my trials compared to some that others are going through are very very small. I need to be more grateful towards my parents and for all that I have. I highly recommend this book because no matter the situation you are in, it will find a way to touch your heart. I loved the book and I'm not really one to read.

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  • Posted September 7, 2011

    Am glad I wasn't in his shoes...

    The story was very true and well written. For those that live in America, you should feel very blessed and be quite thankful. He's quite lucky to have met a special lady who helped him. A good story for a rainy day.

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  • Posted August 8, 2011

    Well told story of a boy's harrowing journey to freedom

    In 2000, when Enaiatollah Akbari was ten years old, his mother took him from their home in Taliban-controlled Afghanistan, over the border into Pakistan, and ultimately left him there. This seeming act of abandonment was in fact a desperate attempt to hopefully save the life of her second child. His mother felt he had become too big to hide from the Taliban who targeted families in their area, mostly for being Hazara. Enaiat had to learn to fend for himself over the next five years, traveling from Pakistan to Iran, Turkey, Greece and finally Italy where he was finally given political asylum. In Italy, he told his story to the book's author, Fabio Geda, in hopes that his story could be of help to someone else in a similar position. The book is told in very straightforward, sparse prose which worked to make me feel as though I was listening to Enaiat tell his story, rather than reading what someone else wrote about it. While there was a lack of detail about the people and places that Enaiat encountered, there was sufficient about those persons who impacted strongly on his daily life during his journey. I found myself caught up in his sense of loss of various friendships that he had to leave behind at one time or another. Interspersed throughout the story are italicized passages which seemed to be transcripts of actual conversations between Enaiat and the author, and these served to give an even deeper insight into the difficult journey that Enaiat was forced to undertook, and how it impacted his thinking and on the principles by which he lives his life. This was a very easy read, but the power of the message behind the simple words carried a strong impact indeed. While Geda pointed out that one must read the book as fiction because it is a recreation of Enaiat's memories, again this in no way undermined the sense that this young boy faced a harsh, dangerous and often frightening ordeal that many an adult would not have survived.

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  • Posted November 8, 2012

    Enaiatollah Akbari has lived a fairly normal life in Afghanistan

    Enaiatollah Akbari has lived a fairly normal life in Afghanistan, that is until one day when he finds himself being rushed away from his village by his mother. The Taliban has taken over, and Enaiat's mother does not want him there. She leaves him in Pakistan, and Enaiat must learn to take care of himself. Constantly wanting a better life, he finds himself trying to find ways to improve his living conditions. This often involves trusting human traffickers to get him from place to place. Enaiat will travel to Iran, Turkey, Greece, and finally Italy where he seeks asylum. Of course, his path is never easy. However, Enaiat will not rest until he has found a way to make his life more like what he wants it to be.

    This was a very interesting story on a couple levels. The first thing that struck me was the things a mother will do to protect her child. Enaiat's mother knew the life they were going to experience in Afghanistan was not the one she wanted Enaiat to have. The only way to try and improve thing for him were to smuggle him out of the country. However, she did have other children and family. So she leaves Enaiat in Iran. I can't imagine how hard this must have been for her, not knowing whether Enaiat would survive all this. She was willing to give him a chance though, and this was probably the best she could do for him. I'm glad she eventually gets to discover that her efforts were successful.

    Of course Enaiat's story after getting to Iran is equally amazing. He survived with some good instincts and a lot of luck. It was so sad to see him and so many people trying to get themselves smuggled to new countries just to try and live a good life. I found it interesting how Enaiat seemed to keep running into people he knew. They clearly have some ways to communicate back to their friends in other countries. The story is told in a very interesting way. It feels very much like you're sitting listening to someone tell their story as opposed to reading their words. This book made me appreciate my life greatly, but it also made me want to help other people like Enaiat. His story was incredibly moving, and I hope that he continues to have a wonderful life where he is now.

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  • Posted November 3, 2011

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    A Short and sweet read

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book! When Enaitollah Akbari was about ten years old, his mother takes him from Afghanistan over the border to Pakistan away from the Taliban. It is there where he wakes one morning to find his mother gone and he is alone. He has to make his own way and figure out what to do with his life. It is the story of his journey through many countries, finding jobs, being deported and making friends, seeking the help of strangers and showing us what it is like to be an illegal in a foreign country.

    It pulls at your heartstrings as this young boy overcomes, hunger, fatigue, border patrols, freezing, drowning and even death to eventually become a political refugee in Italy. It is a short read, but well worth it. It is interesting to see what life was like for a 10 year old boy as he struggles to find a safe, happy life somewhere out there. It is a unique book that shows the resilience of the human spirit. He sees many others fall along the way, but he somehow makes it despite overwhelming odds. It is a good read and you should definitely pick it up.

    Thank you to our guest reviewer - Heather - Thanks for the great review Heather.

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  • Posted October 30, 2011

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    A beautiful story that left me wanting a little bit more

    When I saw Fabio Geda's In The Sea There Are Crocodiles on the shelf it attracted me for two reasons. The striking cover design by Edel Rodriquez alone was enough to convince me to pick it up; once it was in my hands, the story did the rest. Anyone with an interest in those heart-wrenching, inspirational stories of ordinary people overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds would enjoy this novel based on the life of Enaiatollah Akbari, an Afghan boy who escaped the horrors of the Taliban and fled through four countries before finding peace in Italy. Geda writes in a simple, straightforward fashion that allows Akbari's story to take the spotlight rather than get lost amidst overly descriptive and embellished writing.

    As I read In The Sea There Are Crocodiles, I could almost picture Akbari and Geda sitting at a table, discussing Akbari's journey over a cup of tea and a few cookies. Akbari seems to fly through five countries in the span of a week because he is so sparse with detail; it was hard to believe his ordeal was five years long. It is obvious that these experiences have made an impact on Akbari that are so strong he barely has words for them. Geda feeds off Akbari's reluctance to delve into details by painting a picture of Enaiatollah as a forgiving and strong young boy wise beyond his years. While this style was an interesting way to tell Akbari's incredulous tale in a manner that wasn't too over-the-top, it did leave me wanting a little bit more.

    One of the main points that Akbari makes as he describes his experiences is that there is no need to go into detail about the people he encountered or the places in which he lived - they existed in that particular point in his story, and that was that. As Akbari explained, "It's what happened to you that changes your life, not where or who with." This is certainly an admirable point of view to take on life, especially when you are a fifteen-year-old boy recounting your five-year search through city slums, snow-capped mountains, and migrant hostels for a safe place to call home. And yet, this lack of focus on intimate details made it hard for me to truly connect with anyone besides Akbari himself. I wanted to so badly to care for Sufi, Akbari's comrade in Pakistan who stuck by him during their dangerous journey into Iran, or the Grecian woman who found Akbari sleeping in her garden and gave him food, clothing, and money for a train ticket. But Sufi gradually fizzles out without even a goodbye, and the kind old woman is only afforded three paragraphs. A major reason why Akbari was able to make it to safety in Italy was due to the sometimes unbelievable kindness of family, friends, and strangers. Akbari in no way undermines this kindness by being reluctant to talk about these individuals - his gratefulness is evident in his few words - but I wonder if Geda could have done a little digging himself to provide the connections that Akbari shied away from.

    In The Sea There Are Crocodiles represents not only Akbari but all the young children of Afghanistan and the neighboring Middle Eastern countries that face violence and poverty every day. For a book that only takes a few hours to read, it speaks quite powerfully about love, courage, and friendship - attributes on which any ordinary reader can always afford to reflect.

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  • Posted September 19, 2011

    Fair

    A book of facts however it did not give a good feel for the culture of Afghanistan or any of the countries he traveled to. The book was way to short it left me feeling rather cheated given the price. Overall it was OK but nothing I would recommend. Another thing you need an Afghanistan-English dictionary to understand portions.

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  • Posted September 10, 2011

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    Born in Afghanistan and smuggled out by his mother, he left in Pakistan at age ten to fend for himself, Enaiat manages to make his way to Italy and obtains status as a political refugee. This should be a sad and serious tale, but the story telling comes alive and provides a humorous and winning look on life. Yes, his harsh life is harrowing, but as a young boy, Enaiat finds that he can survive and even thrive through the hardship. I was cheering for him the whole time! The author did a wonderful job translating this boy's story without losing the voice of the subject. I really thought the interspersed translations were direct and inspiring. Just when you think your life is bad, there is a tale that comes out to teach an important lesson.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2011

    Loved It

    Not the type of book I would normally read.
    Can't stop thinking about it.
    Could'nt put it down

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  • Posted August 5, 2011

    nice

    nice

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