Gulls rip by on furious January winds, their cries resonating over the port town of Calais, France. Salt spray hangs in the air; it tastes like freedom. Just over the horizon, the white cliffs of England beckon and dreams of a new home- one free from persecution, violence and poverty- await. For many of these Afghan and Sudanese asylum seekers, it has been a long journey and one fraught with severe difficulty. Many have not made it this far. The ones that have, wait… in terre des oublis (the land of forgetting).