It is on the Paris/Tel Aviv/Paris flight that I think about the question “All of us, migrant(s); what about me?” On the outward journey as well as on the return journey, these flights are full of migration stories. Old and young migrants over several generations.
Every year, the Turks cross Serbia and Hungary at least twice, once at the beginning of the summer, when they return home to Turkey, and again at the end of August, when they go back to Germany… Read more @ Academia Josefa.
To flourish and thrive, the migrant-being that we are needs what Pope Francis calls the three L’s: Labour, Land, and Lodging. Many of those who decide to leave their homeland do so because, one way or another, they have not found or they have lost one of these 3 L’s.