Junge ohne Namen

They call us – Child A, Child E, Child I, and so on. Because we cannot prove what our real names are. I am Child I. I has neither family nor papers; the only thing he has is a letter, I – that’s what he is called. He lives in a refugee camp, and as an unaccompanied minor refugee, he belongs to those whose future is the most uncertain. But the children stick together, and each day is a future in itself. And I hopes. For a new name or even – a place in life. Steve Tasane tells I's story without any kitsch or sentimentality. I is not a victim; he is a ten-year-old boy full of childlike optimism, who, in the face of the great suffering he endures, touches and shakes the reader equally. Softcover with gold foil embellishment.