Explaining Borders to your Children, by Sarah Clancy

When the last of the homework is done and all that’s left of dinner is condensation on the winter evening windows and the mildew smell of cooking, when the dog is fed but still hopefully hovering, when Rosin is already gone up and sleeping under the glow-in-the-dark stars you stuck on the ceiling to distract her from crying when she was teething, when your two boys are red faced and beginning to squabble – a sure sign that they’re past it: that it is incontrovertibly BEDTIME! when your partner has gone to get their pajamas so they can change by the fire and not, for god’s sake, wake up their sister when the television in the corner is drifting towards the nine o clock news which as usual won’t recount the most common feature of all human history the fact that most of us, most of the time, have peacefully coexisted, would this be a good time to explain to your children that tonight under real stars and in all kinds of weather, some families are walking across Europe looking for shelter and that some people are braving the seas in rickety boats just to get here, but because of something called borders – we can call these humans ‘migrants’ and let their children drown?