The biggest news of the world--bigger than the US Open, bigger than the treaty with Iran, bigger than the economic melt-down ongoing in China--is this: the refugee crisis. If you haven't been watching it, if you haven't been reading about it, you most probably are spending your time twiddling your fingers in a cave.
"No quere ... dormir," mumbles Olivia as her breathing deepens and her eyes finally stay shut. She means "no quiero dormir," "I don't want to sleep" in Spanish, but her conjugations haven't quite come in yet. I don't care. It's been an hour and a half, she's finally asleep in any language, and I tiptoe out.