As millions in our cities locked themselves in, life for those who built our homes, our roads, or did our dirty chores has moved outdoors. They flee on foot, bicycles, hitch a ride on goods-laden trucks…And much before thꦏe break of dawn, with stars filling the sky, they stop—hꦑungry, thirsty and tired—to rest under the shade of a tree or a school converted into a shelter for migrants.
