Two years have passed since I came across the Syrian. I was at the Abu Dhabi airport awaiting a flight to Singapore. We were both sitting, watching TV news and waiting for our boarding calls, when we got into a conversation. The man was younger than I was. He seemed to be in his early twenties. He was very fair and bearded. He wore jeans and a t-shirt. “Middle Eastern” would not be a description that would have come to mind. He told me that he had fled Syria and had gone abroad to s […]
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