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…

Calais: One Year On

J, Eritrean, wanders around with a thin stick, gently hitting volunteers and his friends with it around the legs. Ow! Ouch! We cry, pretending to be hurt. He laughs. “My friend. In Libya, we get hit with sticks very hard, you know? Some people die. This is nothing.”

A Response to Clashes in Calais, 1st February 2018

Initially posted on Refugee Info Bus’ Medium blog, 5th February 2018. Clashes between refugees and smugglers in Calais | Media reaction oversimplifies complex situation | The latest in a string of incidents | Response to Natacha Bouchart’s rhetoric | Call for legal and safe passage to disrupt smuggler networks