Their life is reduced to pointless wanderings between meals. They talk about what they had left behind, about burnt and plundered houses, about friends and relatives for whom they don’t know whether they are dead or alive… As with all refugees, real life has been left behind, and a better one is somewhere else. There is practically no one who […]
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