Jun 21, 2018
16 min read
Imagine — You . . . are on a refugee boat fleeing despair
After being in the Libyan connection house for a very long, fearful, and frustrating forty-five hours, a smuggler eventually entered and ordered the refugees to their feet. Stiffly standing up, muscles bunched and cramped, the 265 souls started to stretch and then made their way to the exit and followed the smuggler through the back streets of Zuwara, knowing only that they were heading…
