They love, own smartphones, have jobs, neighbours and pets. They celebrate holy days, watch silly TV-shows and argue with their spouses what's the best time to take a shower: in the morning, before you get dirty at work? Or at night, after getting dirty at work? In other words: they are people like you and me.
With one difference: suddenly their nice cosy lives were - in the most literal sense - shot to pieces. So they took what they still had and fled. What would you do? How would you feel?
A hypnotharapist made people feel what's it really like to be an actual refugee:
So, if you were a refugee, how would you like people from other countries to see you? And would you prefer to stay in the country you fled too or rather go back to the place you call home?
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