Sunday, 31 January 2016

Week 4- All Alone

I am eight years old, terrified and all alone. My family drowned as we crossed the Mediterranean Sea.
For days I have been queuing to cross the border, past filthy tents and muddy camps which smell of decay and desperation. I hear the other refugees shouting angrily and stamping their feet in front of me.

In the distance I see the border control but later that day as I reach the front of the queue the building is empty and all that remains is a huge concrete fence.

Tomorrow I will start another journey to find a new home again.

Douglas 4C


  1. What a powerful entry, Douglas. Well done.

  2. Douglas, this really moved me. I'm nearly in tears. I agree, such a powerful entry.