Do you remember your 30th birthday? Drinks with friends or a meal with family perhaps? For many it happened in lockdown with a group video call and silly hats.
I’m 41 now but I remember my 30th clearly – stepping out of a cold shower that sometimes ran red from rust, watching cockroaches scuttle away from the dingy drop-latrine toilet.
Rather than filling me with disgust, I was grateful for this outrageous luxury compared to the facilities at the refugee camp where I was working at the time.
