Voices murmur. Children cry. 

I’m confused. Where am I? 

Confusion. Uncertainty.

My clothes are grimey and dusty. 

All I can see are overcrowded white tents

with dirt trails running between them. 

The tents are everywhere. Never-ending. 

People are everywhere. Always tired. 

I want to go home. 

Now, I wonder: 

Where is home?