A group of Afghan refugees in Belgium. GUE/NGL/Flickr. (CC 2.0 by-nc-nd)
A four year old sits on a double bunk bed, his legs tucked under, assiduously scrubbing his remote controlled car with a nail brush. His older brother is cross-legged in front of a small television, watching Japanese cartoons dubbed into Dutch. Their father Andrei, scruffy beard filling out his gaunt face, offers us tea. We’re squatting on small square stools around a small square table in the small square room this father and his two sons temporarily call home.
It’s like a great game of Snakes and Ladders, except there are snakes on almost every square.
