I live in a constant state of anxiety about packing. Have I got enough, have I forgotten something vital, do I have all the essential bits of paper? It seems to get worse as I get older too, a kind of repetitive fussing about detail. But then I remember I am going to a country where people have so little, where doing without something is all part of daily life. Added to that, my recent experience with the asylum seekers (17 young men from Afghanistan, Pakistan, Sudan and Kurdistan) makes me realise that travelling without stuff isn’t such a problem. And in fact, the young men from Kurdistan don’t even really have a country, let alone a spare pair of jeans. I shall stop worrying…. well, stop worrying quite so much.

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