This Eritrean guy couldn’t speak any English but really wanted to chat…
So I called Mez (my Eritrean foster brother who was back home in England at my mum and dad’s house)…and he translated for us!
In Paris, most of the refugees I spoke to want to seek asylum in France, and are generally in the process. (It’s slow and you live on the street in the meantime).
As a result, compared to in Calais (where most people were hoping to get to the UK), people spoke a lot less English.
In Calais many people have family in England, have lived in England before, have worked with the British Army or have been educated by a British system.
Whilst here in Paris, we’ve had to be a little bit innovative in order to communicate… but thanks to Mez, lots of smiles and hand gestures, we’ve actually managed just fine