It is close to midnight on a September Tuesday, and at the Philadelphia International Airport several refugee families take in their first impressions of the city. There is the whirring baggage claim, strangely desolate at this hour. There are lingering taxis and shuttles that loop around the terminal like insects drawn to light. It takes a moment to get one’s footing, firm land rendered strange after days spent on planes and other modes of transport. Read more…

Published November 22, 2016