They like it so much, they've moved in. They haven't said anything, but suddenly we find ourselves confined to one bedroom - all of us - and we can only get to the kitchen and bathroom if they let us. I don't know quite how it happened, but their friend Big George comes round to make sure we're behaving ourselves (they took all of our stuff that they didn't want and shoved it into this one bedroom, then pushed us in here before we knew what was happening).
Things are getting nasty. One of the kids threw a piece of rubbish out of the bedroom door because we had nowhere else to put it. the response has been "disproportionate" - shouting, banging on the walls, all sorts.
Of course, the neighbours say the "League of Nations" says that everywhere around here belongs to them. The League of Nations doesn't exist any more, but the United Nations is so scared of Big George that it doesn't stop them from grabbing anything they take a fancy to.
What can we do? We're only asking for help!
NOTE the author, Hugo Minney, lives safely and comfortably in UK. His work in Africa has left an indelible impression of just how scary it is when you have no way to escape the horrors being perpetrated on you - Hugo realised just how lucky he is to have British Citizenship and to be able to leave, when those who lived there could be dead tomorrow.
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