Despite what so many people believe, the universe (or history, if we think of ourselves) has no purpose: it is enough to look at the immense starry sky on a summer night to understand it. Nor do I believe in the usefulness or lessons of suffering: what lessons can one of these child survivors of a boat, who will spend years in internment centres and hopefully end their days in a suburb of any European city, learn from their hardship? The only thing to do with suffering and pain is to fight against it or get out of the way if it becomes unappealable...
