Stories don’t end and other lessons from migrants at sea
There are stories that you will never forget as a journalist, especially the stories you did not capture. I was standing inside of a narrow hallway in Centro Astalli, a soup kitchen for refugees located in the center of Rome. It was 2:00pm and time for the kitchen to open. Within seconds the queue of young African and Middle Eastern men outside began rushing down the stairs, immediately flooding the hallway. Waves of conversations in a multitude of languages from Tigrinya to Arabic echoed throughout the center. I saw a familiar face in the crowd, a young Ghanaian migrant whom…
