“I don’t want the English to think I think badly of their country,” Eva Kis says, close to tears. She’s soft spoken and hesitant; doesn’t want to upset anyone, doesn’t like to make a fuss. She’s 52 years old and comes from a Hungarian village that’s so poor, all the houses on her street are for sale and no one wants to buy them.
When she was offered a job in London as a nanny where she’d be needed all but three hours a day, she said yes without a moment’s hesitation: “I needed the money: not many people want to hire a middle-aged woman like me.”