Making Home

The theme of this year’s Refugee Festival Scotland is “Making Art, Making Home”, and it resonates deeply. I left Calais pretty much one year ago, and have now been working at Scottish Refugee Council almost six months. Getting the job was hugely exciting, it’s exactly what I hoped to be doing, but it came with…

“One day it will change, I have to believe that”

I’m still writing regularly, but it’s become very introspective, which has been extremely interesting for myself but I don’t particularly feel the need to share everything that I’ve discovered. It’s good to keep some cards close. However, this blog’s still here, just ticking away, a little time capsule of Calais. Recently, I took a case…

Grieving

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket…