Almost 80 years ago, I boarded a train in Czechoslovakia that took me safely to the UK. I was one of the lucky ones. My father had fled the German invasion some months before, and he was there to greet me as I arrived at Liverpool Street station. I remember the relief and the joy of that reunion very well.
This Memorial Day weekend, I caught myself remembering that train journey away from home, into a new, safe life. This has always been an important time of year for me, to see thousands of people gather across the country and remember the great courage shown by men and women who fought the Nazis, and helped children like me escape them. But as we have collectively recalled one of the darkest hours of human history, we must also reflect on the situation in Europe today – especially the dreadful conditions faced by unaccompanied refugee children.
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