September 2015 – When the rains came down.
You do not forget rain like that – 90 minutes of water coming hard. The main thought on my mind was ‘How did these families make it through the night?’
At that point in the global migration, we naively believed that the tide of refugees from the Middle East would reduce to a trickle with the winter. At least, we hoped it would slow because the Balkans in January is nature’s foulest mood – it rips and chews the skin when given the chance. Continue reading