Witness With A Sketchbook

Last Sunday, a family of Afghan refugees gathered in front of a house in north-west London. They stood in the cold for about 15 minutes, waiting for one of the householders to step outside and meet them.

The delay was actually my fault: I was in the kitchen, standing around while a nice cup of coffee was prepared for me, from the grinding of fresh beans onwards.

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