I should have expected Cargo to be harrowing. In fact, if I’d thought about it I should have arranged an intravenous drip to rehydrate me after all the weepi...
“Where are you from?” I ask the boy. He’s thin, around 12 years old, dressed in a dusty hoodie and ripped jeans. There are bags under his eyes, and he ducks ...
"This is no time for complacency," says Tess Berry-Hart, "or appeasement, or political apathy." We're in a North London cafe with the writer's husband and frequ...