But at the end of that wait, the system kicked into gear. The family was put into a car and driven to a building in the airport's region. They were given the keys to an apartment, some money to buy food and information on where to buy it, and told to get some rest.

That weekend, my girlfriend, who had taken point on the whole Malik initiative, went to meet the family and take Malik and the children to Antwerp (one of the adults is supposed to be in the provided apartments at all time).

5/

Content Warning

The trip was, she reports, very touching. They had a story to tell, and they wanted to tell it. They had photos on their phones: a house shot to pieces. Toys retrieved from the rubble. The missing cousins of the children, who they will never see again (though they have not been told that yet).

But check this out: they had an appointment with the Federal agency which processes asylum requests for the intake interview *on the next Monday*, less than one week after arrival!

6/

#AsylumSeekers

So, Caroline had another former colleague, a man I will call Malik. Malik is Palestinian, and lives in Gaza with his wife and two children, 4 and 3 years old. You can see where this is going. His house was bombed, twice. His immediate family was unharmed, though some of his nephews, that used to play with his children, are gone.

Malik managed to get his family into Egypt via Rafah. Thanks to Caroline's invitation, he obtained a tourist visa for the family to go to the USA.

2/

#Palestine

Content Warning

Caroline then supported him as he tried to obtain political asylum in the USA and Canada. But nothing worked. At the end of the customary three months, the visa was about to expire. So, Caroline's message told us "I told Malik to apply for asylum-seeking status in Belgium. Can you help?"

It turned out we could, a little bit. Mostly with information, and by giving him someone that he could call, a friendly voice in the New Place.

#AsylumSeekers

3/