No one ought to ever should die in a spot like this, on this sorry little bit of northern France the place these two Kurdish migrants had been shot. They died, surrounded by garbage, on a patch of unloved scrubland between a highway and a railway line.

The grass continues to be stained with their blood, and the blankets that wrapped them of their ultimate moments now lie discarded. There are plastic bins, meals wrappers and empty Crimson Bull cans subsequent to the purpose the place every man died. It’s a grim, desperately unhappy scene.

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Rehan and Ahmed are looking at it, their faces coated towards the chilly, their feelings working excessive. Each are Afghans who’ve come right here to Dunkirk to finish their journeys to the UK.

Each inform me they dream of a greater life, however each are bewildered by what occurred. They’d no concept that anybody else had been shot – they’d heard that a killer was merely focusing on migrants.

What these murders have carried out is to intensify tensions in migrant camps, often known as jungles, which might be already risky and dangerous.

“We don’t exit any extra on our personal,” says Ahmed. “It’s too harmful. We exit in teams. We get meals throughout the day so we would not have to stroll round at evening. Each evening I hear pistols firing. We do not know who the persons are with the weapons. And now we’re very, very fearful.”

Rehan is 27 years outdated. He left Afghanistan 13 years in the past, intent on attending to Britain, and studying glorious English by watching years of YouTube movies. Now, half a lifetime later, he’s getting ready to reaching his ambition.

“The jungle is a horrible place,” he tells me. “It’s so violent, however I will not change my thoughts. I’ll keep right here till I get to Britain. Then I’ll have a greater life.

“I’m so unhappy for the individuals who have died right here – they needed the identical factor as all of us. Folks say this can be a secure nation, however the jungle may be very dangerous. We’re all human and all of us need a greater life. We’re scared within the jungle. It’s no life. However we are going to hold attempting to get to Britain. We are going to go.”

I ask one other Afghan if he’s nervous after the assaults, however he shakes his head. “Am I scared? No,” he says, half-smiling. “I’m from Afghanistan. And that may be a very harmful place.”

A gaggle of migrants involves the spot the place the killings occurred. Flowers are laid. A person weeps.

Everybody appears edgy, however it’s nervousness that’s shared. There’s a sense of camaraderie right here, a sense that, in an space the place so many individuals come and go, sheer luck determined who occurred to have been strolling previous when the photographs rang out.

All of them realize it may have been their blood discolouring the grass.