Derar stood up and adjusted his belts, hiking up the two pairs of jeans he wore, one inside the other. The 33-year-old Syrian English teacher and father of four patted himself down, tugging sleeves over wrists, making sure that he was wearing what he needs to protect himself from the razor wire. As the night grew darker, he headed into the tent he owns in the Syrian district of the Calais “Jungle” to grab an hour or two of sleep before another attempt to run the gauntlet of fences, trains and trucks to the United Kingdom.
He won’t go alone—scores, sometimes hundreds, of the refugees living in a windswept, muddy makeshift refugee and migrant camp attempt to stow away on trucks or trains traveling through the Eurotunnel to the UK every night.
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