About a decade ago I spent a few days in Murcia over Easter - candle lit processions with haunting gypsy voices piercing the dark; hooded fingers carrying wooden sculptures telling the Easter story. Then the joy of Easter Sunday, rebirth. Then the Spring Festival. Farmers paraded their animals and showed off their agricultural prowess; young … Continue reading An Easter remembered
Month: March 2016
Church bells yes but not the Muslim call to prayer
I walk past a bland housing estate and through a tidy shopping mall. There are no Turkish kebab shops or Indian curry houses; no Vietnamese mail parlours or black hair dressers. Why would an Immigration Museum be housed in this unremarkable part of Denmark? The town of Farum, a 30-minute train ride from Copenhagen, is … Continue reading Church bells yes but not the Muslim call to prayer
Travelling Vicariously – child migrant journeys
In the last few months I have travelled on an open sailing boat from Vietnam to Singapore, by jumbo jet from El Salvador to London and by foot, through the jungle, from Rwanda to the Congo. In my mind at least. The experiences of child migrants who have shared their stories with me have infiltrated … Continue reading Travelling Vicariously – child migrant journeys
Eithne Nightingale 