We have been reduced to a depersonalized mass of migrants and our lives have been plunged into a state of limbo to the point that many of us now wonder: “Where is home?”.
The man on the left is my dad who was Ukrainian. You may note that the photo looks a little odd – the background behind dad is different to the background behind the group on the right. That’s because dad went to a photographer and had himself super imposed onto the photo. The group on … Read more
Next time I read ‘get rid of all EU foreigner scum’ on a Facebook page (not that I go on these very often but they do exist), I remember that my mother is still taking English lessons after my 30 years in the UK, just so she can speak to my husband whose French is sketchy at best.
I was born in Africa to a Welsh Mum and an English Dad. Dad’s work took us around the world. I have attended school in 4 continents: Africa, Europe, Asia, and North America. Being an immigrant in several countries, learning cultures and languages of other people taught me to appreciate the importance of respect, understanding, empathy, tolerance, and compassion. Travel opened my mind.