The ferry strike is over and refugees are on the move again. This evening I met a guy - briefly - he wanted to know how to to get the bus to the ferry. And how much it was. His ferry was leaving at 10. It was probably about 5 and he was anxious to go. He was so young and clearly on his own. Traveling on a journey to who knows where. Iraqi Kurd my colleagues told me as he moved on. There was something about him that was just so vulnerable. My heart I thought would break for what this war has put him through and for the journey he has in front of him. I hope he meets kind people on his journey north and the warm embrace of people who love him when he arrives somewhere in Europe.  

January 2016