Along Greek-Macedonian Border, Sense of Defeat Takes Grip

He stood for hours in the middle of the train tracks crossing the northern Greek village of Idomeni, just meters from the closed Macedonian border, sometimes with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was mute as press photographers snapped away and throngs of war refugees and migrants shuffled past, walking gingerly in their mud-caked shoes to forage for food or to try to see a doctor. His protest was silent — the hand-written placard spoke on his behalf. “Dear Sun. Please shine on us,...

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