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The Red Carpet

On the periphery of the smouldering embers of the fire that had engulfed a huge tract of the ‘Jungle’ the previous night, a lone refugee stands motionless, staring at the remains of what, hours ago, had been his home.
Moments earlier, a female refugee appeared carrying a red carpet and laid it over the man’s shoulders to protect him from the bitter cold. Read more