I’ve forgotten what my grandmother was wearing the time that nasty word ‘Asia’ got her back on her feet. The bomber squadrons, which now passed overhead in broad daylight on their way to Berlin, were already out of earshot. Someone had pushed open the door of the air-raid shelter, and in the b…
‘The coffee has to be strong and hot, filtered; the egg not too soft; home-made preserves; black bread’.
When Denmark Criminalised Kindness
‘We now know that it is a criminal offence to help refugees in distress.’