What was once a quiet contemplative place now rings with the laughter of children, the staccato of people speaking fast on phones, the screams of tired toddlers, the slap of mops on the floors and the rattling of pan lids on the stove. It’s busy and bustling and chaotic and filled with hope — hope for an escape from gang members who will chop off your hands or gouge out your eyes if you won’t sell their drugs, hope for an escape from the extortion rackets that take what little money you have, hope for a life where there is work and you can earn enough to feed your family, hope for an education and a better life for your children. The road ahead for our guests will be difficult and most of them will not be granted the asylum they seek but at least for now they are safe, warm and well fed.
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