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Amira watched in horror as the men beat Charlie to a pulp. "You're killing him!" she screamed, pounding a fist on the rear passenger window of the people carrier.
"Quiet," the driver seat said as he returned to the people carrier. "Or you'll get the same."
The arguments from Amira and Malik died down as both VW vehicles departed the building site. They exchanged nervous glances as the vans made their way through busy streets.
Ordinary life was a pane of glass away: a girl's school, a library, a Post Office and a coffee shop. Simple, everyday life, where people went to work, to school, to meet with a friend over a slice of cake.
Yet it felt a thousand miles away. She may as well have been at the start of her journey, when she first packed her bag in Aleppo. The same bag a thief woul
