As you read these words, there is a young boy named Ahmed* from Afghanistan lying in a hospital bed in the south of France, not far from the Italian border, his head bandaged, speech slurred and far from lucid; whether that is from…
“How was your day?” The old man says, watching as your weary feet slip on the worn cobbles of Lesvos, Greece.
There is no sound, no words. You are not capable, you cannot fashion an answer.