New York 1964 This is a photo of me and my mum in 1964 sailing in to New York on a tanker. Happy times. I am safe, chubby, happy and warm. Mum seems happy, too. We chose to go. To explore other continents, people and cultures. I learned to walk on this ship. Today, in 2015 - 51 years later - people travel to other countries for their safety. They run from wars and terror and killings and the hopeless and the sad. Refugees of war who used to study at the university, work as a lawyer or a teacher, who met up with old friends for a coffee after work, went dancing in the night or spent the evening watching "True Detective" or "Notting Hill". Perhaps. And then war happened. Strangers bombed their houses, killed their neighbour, shut down the university and the cafe and there were no longer jobs for lawyers and teachers. Time to run. Time to go. Time to save their childrens lives. Some have uggs and iphones and cashmere sweaters and of course they bring it when th
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