No where to go, but never at home
It had been less than five minutes since arriving for a job interview in Sanliurfa, a Turkish city less than 40 miles from the Syrian border, when Ismail realized he had lost his most valued possession. Desperately sifting through the items in his bag, he could not find his Syrian passport. Without it, he knew he would not get the job, or any other one, for that matter. “When I had my passport, it was worthless,” Ismail lamented, the unmistakable weight of despair overwhelming his usually jovial demeanor as he sank deeper into his chair. “But without it, I do not exist.”… Seguir leyendo »