“So, how are things in Calais?”

It’s been nearly five months since I first arrived in Calais (for a week…) and it has gotten harder, not easier, to respond quickly to the question: “so, how are things in Calais?” I’m constantly expecting it and consistently unprepared to answer it. I falter, unable to say that it is either good (which it certainly is not, although it has it’s sweeter, rose-tinted moments) or bad (which needs elaborated on, extensively, and yet of course that takes time, and a lot of effort from me and the listener, and isn’t always the most comfortable conversation point to be had over a cup of coffee, or in a bar, or indeed, over Facebook messenger). Continue reading