Others push and elbow younger children away. One boy punches another. One girl begins to cry. I put my hand above my head to quiet the group. The children sit down again.
Nobody says a word.
They just shake their heads. No, it does not. Makfirete is less exuberant and outgoing, slower to smile, perhaps because one of her two front teeth is turning brown and rotting away. She and her family were in hiding for ten months before they finally made it to the border. Unlike Kimete, Makfirete escaped Kosovo in the company of her parents and her two older brothers.