Erika
It was late, the air was beginning to cool whilst the sky faded into a dark indigo as we walked down fifth street and there she was, huddled into an almost unidentifiable bundle at the side of the road, Erika. She came to life when we approached and gave us all a warm greeting. I knelt to kiss her cheek and I distinctly remember her voice as she said ‘Hello, nice to meet you,’ in slow, uncertain English. I can …