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asked the Iraqi Kurdish refugee what he would say to Europeans who want him to go home. He replied: “I’m sorry that I crossed all the borders illegally. I’m sorry if we are making any problems.” But he still aimed to sneak into Britain and get to his cousin in Bristol. What did he hope for in Britain? “Live like a human,” he said. “Pay my taxes. Live without fear. Study. Maybe I’m going to serve this country.”
We were drinking tea on cushions in an Afghan “restaurant” in “the Jungle”, the migrants’ camp in Calais, France. The Iraqi didn’t want to be named but he was a twentysomething from Mosul who spoke excellent American-accented English. I gave him a chance to respond to anti-migrant Europeans.
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