"Crossing", a word charged with so many meanings and feelings when you are in Calais.
I'm here lying comfortably in bed at a friend's house in London, the preferred destination of most asylum seekers who are desperate to cross.
A lot of them have already risked their lives to arrive in Calais from places as far as South Sudan. Many come with money gathered sacrificially from all the savings from their communities and families, expected to be paid back once they start their life in Europe.




























