When I read sad stories like this (the supply of which is more than you could ever imagine)...

The first time I met Somalia Olympian Samia Yusuf Omar was two years ago in Hargeisa, Somaliland, where she had agreed to be interviewed. I remember she stepped off the plane from Mogadishu in a new royal-blue dress and headscarf, track trousers tucked underneath.

In April, a boat carrying Omar from Libya to Italy ran out of petrol and the Italian navy ship which came to rescue passengers threw ropes over the side. Omar tried to grab the rope, missed, fell into the water and drowned. News about her death emerged during the London Olympics and was later picked up by Italian newspapers. She made the trip to Italy to search for a coach.

I aways return to this...

The history of humans has been about movement from bad places to better ones. In some respects, we, the humans at the start of the 21st century, are less global and more confined than ever before. Billions of us cannot flee wars, corruption, or debts. We are not permitted to go to where the food grows.