refugee
— I was going home, when I was in Sweden. It was raining. My phone died, it was not working. I was sad because I could not play on my phone....
— Outside my school, here in Hungary, the bullies beat me up.
— Two months ago, when my grandfather died. It was hard for me then. I am crying in the painting. I’ve drawn the grave of my grandfather.
— “We were in the war, and then we disappeared to Vienna, and then we saw the news, and it was sad.”