Bear with me as I try to put the past few days into words. It feels as though months have passed since Monday afternoon. Continue reading
A couple of conversations from last week in the Grande-Synthe camp.
This week, I popped over to London for a day or two to catch up with some friends and family, a trip which was absolutely lovely but also fully reaffirmed my need to be in Calais for the moment. I could harp on for days about my issues with London as a place to live so I’ll save that for another time, but I could not shake my unease with this privileged position where I can hop across the Channel without batting an eyelid (for now, anyway) while I am working with people who are literally killing themselves to try and do the same thing just once. Continue reading