What we owe those in 'the Jungle' refugee camp
CALAIS, France — There may be, right **w, a more weird street in Europe than Avenue Rene Careme. But somehow I doubt it.
To one side, there are the quiet, detached houses of bourgeois Grande Synthe, a district of leafy Dunkirk, the town built around the ferry service to Dover, on the **rth coast of France. It's a place of neat gardens, shuttered residences, where even the dogs look manicured and trimmed, trotting out on their daily leashed and respectable walks.
But cross the avenue and in a matter of yards you pass into an alternate human universe. Tents, spattered with mud among the saplings. A swamp underfoot, a fog of cooking fires hanging in the air and clasping at your throat as you breathe. Here there are shouts of Arabic, **t French Read more...
03-01-2016, 12:54 AM
What we owe those in 'the Jungle' refugee camp
العرض العادي
