"...We stopped suddenly in the middle of the sea. It's darker still. Did we run out of gas, or did the engine break down? I don't know why. We blow our whistles, we scream, but it's useless. The sea is raging. We're also taki ...
"...We stopped suddenly in the middle of the sea. It's darker still. Did we run out of gas, or did the engine break down? I don't know why. We blow our whistles, we scream, but it's useless. The sea is raging. We're also taking in water. We have a life jacket, but it's just a sponge. It absorbs the water. I took it out and threw it away. You'll hear the crying, the vomiting... A child fell into the sea. His father jumped in after him. Before we could do anything, the waves swept them away."
Issa, Muhammed, Farid, and many more... This is the story of South Sudanese, Afghan, and Syrian children stranded in the Moria refugee camp on Lesbos. The striking, bitter, and angry lives of those struggling to hold on to life, escaping war, hunger, and misery and yearning for a better life. This is a novel about children who, under olive trees, have encountered the bloody face of war, who remember war, not peace, when they see an olive branch.
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