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Forgotten Millions: Children's dreams the casualties of war
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Forgotten Millions: Children's dreams the casualties of war

Every parent does it. I know I do. We have great hopes for our children. It's the one thing that unites all parents around the world and we all want the same thing. We want our children to grow up knowing they are deeply loved, are safe, healthy and living fulfilled lives. We'll sacrifice a lot, including our own quality of life, aspirations and security to make those dreams possible. It's what parents do...

Forgotten Millions: Persecuted Afghans join flood of people
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Forgotten Millions: Persecuted Afghans join flood of people

I'm walking with two Serbian doctors in a makeshift refugee camp in central Belgrade. Syrian families have stopped here for the day to shelter from the rain. Groups of refugees huddle together in two-man tents, and three little boys are burning plastic in a drum to warm their hands...

Forgotten Millions: Lost brother
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Forgotten Millions: Lost brother

"My brother, my brother, he has gone! The police caught my brother." Roshdi said they had tried to avoid the transit camp and the Hungarian police when they crossed the border, and had waded through a river. Like many refugees, they feared being fingerprinted in Hungary; a country that is neither welcoming to refugees, nor empathetic to their plight. They wanted their asylum application to be processed in Germany or Austria.

Forgotten Millions: A mother's harrowing journey
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Forgotten Millions: A mother's harrowing journey

On the side of the road, about 3km from the Serbia-Hungary border, two little boys catch my eye. One sits awkwardly under a tree on a square of yellow plastic sheeting. His twin brother stands with difficulty beside him and then his legs buckle and he slumps to the ground.

Forgotten Millions: Railway line to an unknown future
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Forgotten Millions: Railway line to an unknown future

Don't go. It is illegal for you to go," the Serbian police tell us. "You are not refugees." We are standing beside an abandoned railway line in Kanjize, a small village on the Serbia-Hungary border. It's been years since a train rumbled through this town but in the past month the tracks have become a symbolic, well-worn path for thousands of refugees trekking to Europe in search of a better life.