When I first came to the UK, I was so homesick I stopped eating for a week

When I first came to the UK, I was so homesick I stopped eating for a week

I never thought twice about making the two-hour journey from Kent to London – alone – to file my Iranian family’s asylum applications when I was in my mid-teens.
It was the early 1980s and when I eventually arrived at the headquarters of the UK Visas and Immigration centre in Croydon, I waited hours for my name to be called.   
While anxiously looking at the clock, a sympathetic elderly lady…

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