Broken Bones

We’re noticing more and more people with injuries in the Jungle.

Broken legs, broken ankles, bandaged hands, and these are the people that we see, still hobbling around the camp on their crutches. We don’t see the broken backs and broken necks…

It’s hard to imagine that people are summoning the strength, the courage and the desperation to risk their health, their lives on a daily basis, climbing over fences topped with razor wire, climbing into moving trucks and underneath trains, suffering police brutality, because there is no other way to get into England.

Poor conditions in Calais Jungle

You can’t seek asylum in the UK unless you are actually on British soil. So basically, you can’t apply for the safety and protection of the UK, from the war or persecution of your own country, unless you actually make it. But how can you make it without risking your life again? How can we be so casual, so flippant about these LIVES.

Why is there no dignified, safe way for people to apply? A British Immigration office in Calais to answer queries or give advice at the very least? Providing some answers or information which could maybe deter people from putting their lives in danger over and over again.

Being injured in the camp makes life EVEN harder. Washing, sleeping, standing in long queues for food and aid go from being challenging anyway, to basically impossible. Thankfully the camaraderie and community spirit in the camp keep people going and mean they support one another.

We are all human. Lets treat each other accordingly and provide a humane way to apply for asylum in the UK…or at least humane conditions to live in whilst in this limbo, inbetween period of waiting.