The murmur of strange tongues.
The fields are speaking Pashto here in southern Hungary along the border with Serbia. And Arabic and Dari and Urdu. The murmur of these languages in the shrubs and scrubby meadows, in the trees along the roadside ditches, amid the stalks of corn and sunflower. Everywhere the now familiar sounds of unfamiliar words, spoken quietly, asking “what to do? where to go?—when to make a run for the next hiding place?”
As the refugees stream into Hungary along the railway line that is the lone remaining gap in the razor-wire fence erected along the entire length of the border with Serbia, the many who know some English speak as one: “We no want to give fingerprint in Hungary. We want to go to Germany (or Sweden or Norway or Holland). We no want to stay here.”
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- Razor-wire fence along the Hungarian-Serbian border.
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- Refugees dash across the border.
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- Refugees cross into Hungary from Serbia at the end of August.
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- “Please, we need to go to Sweden.”
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- Communication problems: “We no understand Hungarian.”
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- Despondent refugee at collection point after failed attempt to evade police at the border.
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