The Price of Freedom
It is Hassan’s slippers that tip me over the edge, and my mistake to say how beautiful they are. We have come to his tent in the #Calais ‘Jungle’, home to over a thousand refugees, to move it to a new, hopefully drier place in another nearby squat. As we get ready to pack up the tent he reaches inside and brings out a pair of black and white, woollen slippers. Handmade for him by his mother in his home country of Yemen, he has carried them half way around the world over the past two years. When I reach out to touch the carefully crafted laces, noticing aloud how lovely they are, he says, ‘For you’. I start to try and argue that I would never take them from him until despite, obviously, being a rock hard and tough as nails photojournalist…. I suddenly find I have something in my eye that is impossible to remove and I am forced to excuse myself urgently.
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