Dancing on Refugees' Misery
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
The 4-year old kid had a very shabby appearance. He was obviously sick and hungry too. Mucus flowed down his nose, which at short, frequent intervals he would wipe. His right hand held a cob of boiled sweetcorn he had been munching slowly. A few minutes later, his grandmother brought him a bowl of noodles. The food had come from the several boxes of instant noodles donated by a voluntary body. For the boy the boiled noodles were an exceptional
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