From Lesvos to the Australian south coast (or: just because we’re not refugees now, doesn’t mean we’ll never be)

I’ve nearly missed the ferry at Lesvos. But it wasn’t a matter of life and death, like it is for thousands today. It was three years ago. I’ve been thinking about it lately; whether there was something in the air I could now identify with the power of hindsight. I can see it in the…

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