Helping young Afghan refugees
I sat in the corridor of a hotel with some young Afghan children desperate to be entertained. It must be so tiresome for them confined to a hotel in a cold, wet country where everything feels different. A small child sat clutching a ‘Happy families’ card game, the type you might easily discard from a Christmas cracker. After a little convincing to open the packet, I set about trying to teach them how to play. One by one, they began to giggle and call over their friends, totally captivated in a simple game which for a few moments at …
Clearances in Dunkirk
On Thursday evening I got a panicked text from a friend in Dunkirk. Hundreds of riot police were descending on the large camp there, they said, accompanied by dozens of vans filled with CRS police and gendarmerie. Behind them were refuse trucks for the tents and belongings to be thrown in. And behind the trucks were land cleaners and diggers. This patch of scrub land had been home to a growing number of refugees, mainly from the persecuted Kurdish regions of the Middle East. It was turning into a bustling community, which is the very thing that terrifies the …