The same chill flew down Bob's spine.
He was traveling through Canada. The day’s newspaper had a front-page image of the lifeless body of a little Syrian boy. He drowned while the dingy boat carrying his fleeing poor war-torn family capsized in turbulent sea. Waves finally brought him to mighty Europe.
Now, a photo of a crying little girl dressed in a ruffled red dress appeared in a major US-newspaper. She was begging a border-guard to let her detained mommy go. The poor family crossed the border of this superpower fleeing poverty.
“Do children ever have voice”, pondered Bob.
He was traveling through Canada. The day’s newspaper had a front-page image of the lifeless body of a little Syrian boy. He drowned while the dingy boat carrying his fleeing poor war-torn family capsized in turbulent sea. Waves finally brought him to mighty Europe.
Now, a photo of a crying little girl dressed in a ruffled red dress appeared in a major US-newspaper. She was begging a border-guard to let her detained mommy go. The poor family crossed the border of this superpower fleeing poverty.
“Do children ever have voice”, pondered Bob.
