Excerpt 'We Saw a Light':

‘Freedom isn’t something that I understand, not really. I see it when my passport and papers let me fly and ride. I see it when, at the end of the day, I leave the camp through the gate, on my way to my own house. But freedom is nothing that I have ever lost. I only know that I have it, and that they don’t.’
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‘There are dogs that steal your leftovers, cats that live underneath your tent, scorpions and snakes, and a lot of rats among the river of garbage. In the summer, mosquitos roam around you constantly and in the winter the wind can race, blowing you over in a second. On Sundays it’s quiet, the workers don’t come, there's no row of white rental cars along the road. But the police are still there. You live in a perpetual state of alert: a fire, a fight can break out. The police continuously search through the camp. There are drunk people and angry people, people who prey on the weak and sick.’