I’m sitting in the classic white Land Cruiser that one associates with humanitarian work in low-income countries. My French is poor, but most people here speak only Malagasy. The translator steps up...
I know that only desperation would have forced them onto that perilous journey across the deep waters of the Med. Desperation with their lives in Somalia, Eritrea, Syria, Afghanistan, Libya: war-torn, anarchic, little-hope places.