What does “migrations” mean to me: a word, a language, a phenomenon, experiences, a peril, a source, life, death?
What are the possible definitions, the contours, the borders?

On June 20th, while some celebrate World Refugee Day (why not!), Josefa would like to remind us that, according to its vision and experience at the Josefa House, since 2015, in Brussels, we shouldn’t segregate, exclude, even with the best of intentions.

Through which lens do I view the migratory phenomenon? With what dispositions and intentions am I affected by the questions raised by our migrations? Moreover, am I still free of my "migrant being" and of my perceptions about our migrations?