Everyone is posting about Ukraine.
I would post too, if I could find anything to say.
Well, what I can say is this;
I remember, about the time that the Kurds were fleeing from Saddam wossname, listening to interviews with these foreign-looking people, carrying bundles and babies and old people, looking 'not like us', and realising that they were, in fact, 'just like us'; they were doctors, lawyers, teachers, not subsistence farmers or herders living a nomadic life with camels and goats.
This may sound incredibly naive and blinkered of me. But all the refugees in war zones and famines and floods that we had seen on television before this looked so very different in dress, appearance, lifestyle, culture, that I had found it difficult to connect with them on a simple human level.
Suddenly, 'they' had become 'us', and for months I had nightmares, planning how I would walk to - where? - with two babies, carrying everything on my back, leaving everything, photographs, the pets, behind.
We are fortunate, in our generation, in our streets and towns, beyond all imagining, and it would be beyond selfish, it would be inhumane, not to share what we have, wherever they come from.