At the heart of hell on earth there is a place where the cold and beleaguered go to have their weary bodies and worn-out souls nourished.
Twice a day a queue of hundreds snakes around the One Spirit Ashram Kitchen in the Calais Jungle. In the driving rain they wait in single file for the team of volunteers inside to open up and start serving.
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Despite the desperation in their eyes, the patient masses give a polite smile to those managing the queue at the door with restless glances to check there is still enough left to go around.
But there is never enough. Even this mammoth effort is only feeding a fraction of the camp’s residents.
The sound of the rice pan being scraped sounds like an alarm in the tent as a man holds an empty plate and says: “but I waited for…
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