When I was only six months old, we fled Burma to Bangladesh because of the violence towards the Rohingyans, crossing the border through the jungles along with 280 000 other people. At first, we had to take shelter under a tree in the open sky. There were thousands and thousands of families along the streets, all trying to register with the UNHCR at the same time, but eventually, we were processed and put in a refugee camp.
My family had 10 people, and we all had to live in one very tiny room in a bamboo shed with a plastic . . .