‘Are you angry?’ asked 13-year-old Ahmed after we had been chatting together as he told me about his life in a Syrian refugee camp a few miles outside Sulaymaniyah, in northern Iraq.
Sulaymaniyah is a bustling, vibrant, rapidly growing city – in the last few years thousands of people have moved there from the surrounding countryside and other parts of Iraq seeking the greater opportunities for work or education that a thriving and relatively peaceful city provides.
But the refugee camp couldn’t be a more different place. On the day we visited, there had been a torrential rainstorm, with water running down the alleys between the tents in torrents. The…
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