It hung around in my car, making more of itself, piling on, the feeling of its dead weight slowing me down, drawing out the drama of expectation and allowing me to witness each potential
calamity in slow motion
until, eventually, I arrived on the
other side, astonished and safe.
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Until a major
calamity such as war, political strife, famine, drought or
other events that cause forced migration to occur, people in all countries tend to forget the suffering of refugees that continues to happen to millions of people around the world every day.