This is what happened when I went on Grindr in Serbia and met a gay refugee from Iraq
A smile, hug — he leaves. Or he will remain, trapped, stateless and clinging on to his very existence.
He is a refugee, fleeing Iraq. Those distant headlines, those refugees, those migrants, those homeless, those scroungers, those rioters. I want to ask more, although it feels like prying and intruding.
This is what happened when I went on Grindr in Serbia and met a gay refugee from Iraq - The effects of war have just washed across this room. He is staying in a room with many other men, mainly young, also travellers.
Where next is unclear… Suddenly in my hotel room, I have the main headline gaay every European newspaper. He is a refugee, fleeing Iraq. Those distant headlines, those refugees, those migrants, those homeless, those scroungers, those rioters. My traveller begins to talk and chat. He is gay, he smiles with his eyes, but he is alone. He is staying in a room with many other men, mainly young, also travellers.
The effects of war have just washed gay this room. Will he get to his next country and then the yay after that. Will he get a job, create a new life and become the person he deserves to be?.