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He won’t hurt you. He’s not violent,’ said Lanlan, trying to reassure me as the hours ticked down before my appointment with Carlos at the PSB. Easy for her to say. Before I saw her I’d checked in at work to talk with Mr Liu and Eddie. The atmosphere seemed…

Luisa — 1989, Yugoslavia The no-frills train pulls into Florina station. The simple wooden building is scuffed at the edges and spattered with graffiti. A lone guard paces the platform. Even the tracks have reduced to a single line. ‘Jeez, check out the station,’ says Bex. ‘What a dump.’ ‘Give…

Jaanvi Gilfillan needed to go to the supermarket. The fridge was empty in a western-world kind of way, the freezer overloaded with six- month-old breast milk in thin plastic bags, and the pantry contained only staples that couldn’t quite make a meal: flour, cumin, some weevil-ridden oats and a torn…