Impressions from a fleeting visit* to the notorious refugee camp of Calais
Their tents and shacks and shops are built on sand.
We’re almost on the coast of course: the camp, just outside Calais, sits among low dunes and scrubby vegetation – but I hadn’t pictured there’d be sand, and it adds to the transience of this place: a departure point, a stopover. Continue reading “In the jungle”