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TUNISIA - Last night was a miserable night here. Rain began falling at midday, and by evening it had morphed into an unrelenting storm. And as I lay in bed last night, listening to the wind whip around my little cottage, I couldn’t help thinking about the people I’d met that day in the Shousha transit camp on the border with Libya. What kind of a night would they have been having, huddled against the elements with nothing but a light tent for protection? Suddenly, my earlier preoccupation with the hotel room window that wouldn’t quite close seemed grossly inappropriate.

Because after spending the day in the camp, I got to come back to this comfortable hotel. And at the end of two weeks, I will get to go home. And it is true that most of the people that I saw in the camp will eventually get home â€" although they’ll be returning to a life undoubtedly a lot more difficult than mine.

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