These two were happily playing in the mud when I passed by. Some volunteers stopped to give them candy and hugs. For a second the camp felt less like a camp and more like a playground. Their childish energy made everyone smile and feel a bit hopeful for a moment. In an attempt to start a conversation I asked the girls what they would like to be when they grow up. The question got lost in translation but the youngest answered: “I love my big sister!” Then the oldest pointed at my cell phone and said: “selfie! selfie!” So right before we said goodbye we took a selfie. (Dunkirk)

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