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The smell hits me first. Stale air and bodies. Out of the gloom blink a dozen pairs of eyes. I fold both doors all the way open to let in the light. I look up and see 'em sitting either side of the trailer floor. Shivering and huddling over. There's a tiny body lying prone in the centre of the dusty wood panel floor. It's a child under a coat.
A young woman kneels next to the young kid. She's pretty and slim. Black hair tied into a loose ponytail. She looks Arabic to me. Most of 'em do, other than a few who look African.
They stare at me with tired eyes and drawn faces, breathing in the air like they've been suffocating.
Did they stow away on the truck? No, there'd be boxes and pallets in the back too. They're the only cargo I'm carrying.
"Anyone speak English?" I ask.
The young w
