Tuesday, 11 p.m. A family is standing in front of the turnstile of the registration center in Ter Apel. They just arrived here. Three men, two women, two small children. A little boy, perhaps three years old, hops back and forth. There is a baby in the stroller. They are not allowed in, says a security guard, a can of Fanta in his hand. It’s full.
Mahmod has been sleeping on the hard ground next to the entrance of asylum seekers’ center Ter Apel for eleven days: ‘What are we: animals?’ | Inland
