A few months ago I lay in a tent 10km from the Syrian border, feeling the ground quake as the coalition bombed ISIS throughout the night. From Mahser, the Kurdish village a mere 1km from Kobane, I saw smoke mushrooming out above the besieged city.
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There are a lot more Syrians in Yerevan than there were two years ago. Everywhere we go, we meet people from Aleppo, a city which, until very recently, was home to one of the largest Armenian diaspora communities in the world. Since the start of the troubles in Syria, this diaspora has been returning to Armenia.
There are a lot more children on the streets of Istanbul. The streets are full of children. There are young girls aged eight or nine begging on the streets. Women cradle young babies in alleyways and street corners, their hands outstretched.