An Afghan adrift

A German class is the best place I know to meet fellow newcomers in Berlin, to have a whinge about how hard it is to sort out visa paperwork, swap job websites and chat about which nightclubs stay open the latest.

It’s the place where I meet Mohamad, a refugee from Afghanistan. We’re both new here – we have that in common. But that’s about it.

Published in Wellington's Capital magazine

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