I know of the horrors only secondhands. I migrated voluntarily and even so I had nightmares for years. I neither can nor will imagine, much less experience what happens to people when they escape from misery or war, risking their lives to be exploited or enslaved by human traffickers. Finally arriving in a strange country only to be returned again to their starting point. I see only what is shown to me. I brush against the skin of the monster with the tips of my fingers.