Now I don't want to give a bad impression in my first blog but what is a blog, without a good old moan and what better to shout about than how I was left feeling late last night when Muhammed told me that his shiny new bike had been taken from outside the Refugee Council. I couldn't believe my eyes as I stood outside the door of our office staring at a wheel and lock. I immediately thought of it's material value however, I quickly forgot this when I realised how much Muhammed now relied on his bike and how much he would miss it, he had even stopped buying a weekly travel pass! Now this episode although upset me, did not surprise me, we are after all in London, a city where if you get your bike nicked Saturday night you can guarantee it will turn up on Brick Lane early Sunday morning. I now ask myself; how many times had this bike been stolen before ending up in our hands. Indeed the wheel does turn!!
Carina Crawford







