Kassim kayira biography of rory

It was about two years ago. I was returning from a weekend trip to France and found myself in a long queue of traffic on a dual carriageway just outside the port of Calais.

There right in front of us were dozens of young men walking between the vehicles and opening the backs of trucks to clamber inside.

They were evidently mostly Afghans, taking advantage of the fact the traffic was moving slowly to try anything to sneak a ride into the UK.

All this less than 30 miles from Kent.

For me, any thoughts of disapproval at the unruly behaviour I was witnessing evaporated at the sight of a teenage boy cowering dangerously at the top of a lorry driver's cab under the back canopy.

He was not a trouble-maker. He was obviously petrified but still so desperate to get on to a car fe