The first thing Layla did when she left al-Roj camp was stick her head out the car window. The six-year-old gulped in the “sweet, sweet air” and clutched her cousins close as they saw the outside world for the first time in their lives.
Layla saw “a drink shop, a donkey, a baby horse” as she feasted on candy brought by her relatives from Australia. She peppered her mother and aunts with questions about what Australia was like – “do we have to live in a tent there too?” – as the camp disappeared behind them.
