We are in the summer season. It might also be called the sad season; for this is when thousands of migrants from North Africa, the Middle East and Afghanistan – to name the principal areas – try their luck in getting into Europe, often with tragic results, especially when they attempt to cross the Mediterranean in leaky boats supplied by callous profiteers.
These thoughts have arisen not just because I have just read an item in the newspapers about makeshift camps in Paris being regularly destroyed by the authorities, but also because I have been reading an affecting book: Voices from the Jungle: Stories from the Calais Refugee Camp (Pluto Press).
