Human Wrongs Watch
‘It’s prison,’ explains Omar* over dinner in one of Samos’s many tourist tavernas. Business is brisk tonight; ours is one of several long sets of conjoined tables where new flasks of the sweet local wine arrive before the old ones are even half-empty.
“The Palestinian-Syrian refugee has to raise his voice to make himself audible over the band playing Turkish folk music. Hunched over empty meze plates, he takes his registration papers from the chest pocket of his characteristically crisp shirt.


