Refugees have been denied their childhood
One thing I did not expect in Calais was that the refugees would remind me of the kids I teach at my school in London – but actually, the queue for second hand jeans was no different from the school lunch queue. There is the same mix of personalities and types: the cheerful ones, the shy ones, the cheeky ones, the cocky ones. The one who is always excited to see you. The one who taps you on the shoulder when you are not looking and then tries to keep a straight face. The confrontational one, who keeps queue-cutting and is repeatedly sent to the back of the line! The one queuing for a second time who – once you point this out – immediately exits, with a wry smile, realising the game is up.
Refugees are really no different from you and I – except perhaps in one sad way. Many have been denied a childhood by war, conflict and events that forced them to flee and to grow up too soon. I would love to see these young men safe and free to act as kids and live the dreams that they must have once had.
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