I went to the mock refugee camp in Trafalgar square this
morning. The UN Refugee Agency (UNHCR) has set up these
for one day only in 20 major cities in the world to highlight the plight of people
in Darfur.
I arranged to meet a newspaper journalist there who wanted
to write about Refugee Week. I thought it would be good for him to see it. I
completely forgot that it might not be so good for me to see it. I suddenly
remembered the plastic sheets with the UNHCR logo on them all over my windows
in Sarajevo.
The glass on all our windows had shattered from shelling within weeks of the
war starting and as the winter set in, these plastic sheets became the main
feature in the city. They were part of our humanitarian aid. I did not think that
the sight of plastic sheets with a logo in Trafalgar square could bring back
nasty memories so fast and that I could still be affected so
strongly. But I was.