Come and visit Ms Wei.
Up the stairs past the sleeping Sicilian.
She lives at number 2.
She arrived with just two bags.
All she could fit in one plane trip.
Not much to carry up the stairs but enough.
She learns twice what her fellows take in.
She learns the nuances of a new tongue
One she thought she knew.
Something she didn't expect.
The Economist's delivered monthly.
It arrives plump with news.
Reminding her to ring home.