Impostor syndrome is a real thing, much like middle child syndrome. The latter I have long attested to, the former I just recently experienced while sitting cross legged on a yoga mat in a Mexican jungle-based yoga studio.
In among the chaos and the dismal conditions of Calais, there were glimmers of a better version of Europe than these Syrians, Afghans, Eritreans and other nationalities were treated to behind the razor wire fencing
Yesterday I saw a 17-year-old boy with a broken leg forced to hobble up the road to register, then turned away without so much as a second glance as registration was closed. Turned away and given no alternative for a place to sleep.
A Student Nurses First Experience of Volunteering First Aid to the Refugees of Calais. Part 3: Humanity Please note, the
'The English in particular have put you in danger'
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The first aid caravans were organised into a triangle with a small space in the middle where patients could wait for their
A Student Nurses First Experience of Volunteering First Aid to the Refugees of Calais. Part 1: The Lead Up Please note, the
By hiking into Calais town to use the launderettes there, asking French men in bars to use their washing machines (haha), and using everything imaginable as clothes horse's, our lovely Wild Washerwomen, against all odds, washed wildly, and continue to wash!
It was a woman I'd never met who finally swung it. As I lay on a plump mattress under a duck down duvet one night in late April, I thought about what she, Liz, had done with her day. While I'd been sitting on my backside, shuffling words around and working my way through a variety of nut-based snacks, she'd been putting out fires, breaking up knife fights and comforting dozens of bewildered children who know her as a second mum.