To escape the war in Syria, I needed to get a passport. So every day, from 6am till 5pm, I would patiently stand in line outside the immigration office. This was highly stressful because at that time cannons and machine guns were being fired from the top of the immigration building, where the regime had set up a base.
Then, at the end of each day, we were always told, ‘No, not today’.
To make myself feel better, I would go to visit a pet shop. One particular cat was always very excited to see . . .