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I walk into Unity in the cold and think about one of my friends who must report at the Home Office today. I think that maybe I am too late to see him but as I near the door to the Unity centre he turns the corner. He says he was thinking of me too, wondering if we would meet today. Then he asks me if I have seen the paper. The man who set himself alight in the court died in hospital. He was claiming asylum here but it looked likely he would be forced to reeturn from where he fled. Yes, I had seen it. Terrible.

I ask him where his wife is. She comes and waits in the Unity office every week when he comes to sign. She sits and waits for him to come back. She told me once of a time he took 3 hours to come back and how frantic she was. He turns and points to where she is waiting with friends. I turn and wave and they come over. We hug and chat and just stand still.

In the office, someone is designing a Unity t-shirt. There is a lot of communication with the press about a dawn raid that happenned this week. A family lots of people know, it sparked an angry protest at the home office building. The man handcuffed in front of his children, the youngest child, born here. They are now in a detention centre fighting being taken from this country back to from where they fled.

A woman comes in and crosses her name off the list marking her safe return from the Home Office. She makes the mark so heavily she makes a hole in the paper.

Families come and leave their children at Unity while they go to sign. For a while there are bus races up and down the floor and a smell of lollipops. One girl sits quietly in her pushchair looking around.

A woman comes back from the home office and stands, asking about the news, commenting on the situations, looking sad and proud and serious and gentle. She touches my arm and leaves.

I make phonecalls chasing up house repairs and lost parcels for people. A man comes in and asks what’s going on. He only met people from his country in the home office today, where are all the people from the other countries? He is panicing, thinks there is a big round up going on. I know of no such thing, we have had the usual mix of people in the office. I try to reassure him.

Another man is anxious because it was quicker than usual to sign. The queue wasn’t so big. What does this mean? Does this mean there is more danger, less. Every small thing has huge weight.

A woman upset because some of the officials she has to deal with were saying they had to look at he case again and she may lose her apartment. She is breathing so fast she can hardly speak. It turns out the people that spokke to her have no power in this area and were just frightening her. We try to refocus her mind on preparing for her birthday party.

There is an email printout in the office that the home Office gave one family by mistake. It detailed when they were to be detained, needless to say they didn’t turn up that day.

3 women come in. The brother of one of them was due to be flown back yesterday. The removal officers tried to sedate him with drugs but he wouldn’t drink the juice they had hidden it in. He got on the plane and stood up and told the other people on the plane what was going on. He made such a fus that the pilot wouldn’t fly with him and he was taken off the plane, hit by the guards and literally thrown back in the van.

My friend and her 4 children have to sign this afternoon and I am waiting for them. She is very nervous because before she only had to sign by herself and now they have asked her to bring all her children. It is a rush after school. She appears with her eldest son. I am relieved. She is too. Her daughter has exams and so she is excused from signing for a few months but the others still have to go. It takes the pressure off a little as it is less likely she will be detained without all her children. But she’s still not sleeping. Her son tells me some of the things that are wrong while she quietly cries and worries about all the people seeking asylum who have killed themselves rather than face return. Then she pulls herself in, tells another woman, we give each other hope, and leaves the office.