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Hello, today a two bedroom flat for a Syrian in Germany, an apple for an Eritrean in Hungary.

Big business comes to the party as Singapore celebrates its 50th birthday.

Dracula is well off the agenda as we drink Plumb Brandy with a Count in Transylvania.

And they may be just letters and numbers to you and me,

but to the mailman in Bamako, the post codes, the beginning of the end.

With more tragedy on the Mediterranean this week, it's easy perhaps to lose sight of the fact that it isn't just Greece

and Italy which are in the forefront of the migrant crisis. The number arriving each

day in Hungary is actually higher. There have been 120,000 so far this year, 38,000 in July alone,

that's around 1500 every day. The country's right-wing Fidez government is building a razor wire fence more than a

hundred miles long to stop the migrants crossing from neighbouring Serbia.

Nick Thorpe's there. To live and die amongst foreigners, wrote the British poet and painter John Berger,

may seem less absurd than to live persecuted and tortured by one's fellow countrymen.

But to emigrate is always to dismantle the centre of the world and so to move into a lost

disoriented one of fragments.

I carry his words close to my heart as I trudged the sandy labyrinth of tracks

which riddle the Hungarian-Serbian border on the trail of yet another group of asylum seekers

from the zones of war and hunger which are but so closely on our own comfortable world.

Or as I troll the kaleidoscope of Facebook images in search of the young men and women from Congo, Syria and Afghanistan

I've met in the border zone in the past weeks on their way to seek safety in Europe.

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