“Call them “illegals”, migrants”, “displaced”, whatever. Seeing the birds high in the sky (it’s the season), you know they can fly over the walls, the fences, the borders. They don’t need IDs, permits, stamps to cross the oceans, the continents, without check-points. I know : this metaphor is quite naive… but when time comes, If I reincarnation exists, I wish to be a Bird.” Dominique Prud’homme
