It’s so sad and so hard when you see the desperation in the refugees eyes, pleeding you to help them, to send them a way and give them a better life. So hard when they tell you about the parents they have lost, the wife they have left behind, the children they have never seen, the life they had to run away from in order to get a way from the military and/or long sentences in jails where torture is a common event.
So sad when they tell you that you and the UNHCR is now their parents and must therefore treat them as your sons and daugthers. So sad when you know that the decisions is not at all in your hands…
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