“It was terrifying, we had to run away so quickly,” she told us.
She led us around her bedroom, now a dusty ruin, and showed us the computer where she liked to work. In the living room, three white cats played in the corner among the mattresses where many of the family were now sleeping. Around 30 of them were now crammed into a few rooms.
In the kitchen, some of the women made bread, while the younger boys insisted on talking to us about football. “You like Real Madrid?” her cousin Mohammed asked, wearing a white Madrid shirt himself. “Sure,” I said. He seemed pleased.