Rebecka is new at work at the residential care home for children and young persons, she has taken the introduction course and follows all the rules in the folder. She is advised to leave the work at work, to not let herself be affected. But sometimes when things are too much she flees down to the basement corridor near the garbage room and sits there for a while and pokes on the rough concrete wall until a small pile of greyish crumbs appears on the floor. Every day she meets Ahmed who moves his hips rapidly, Hamid who has the letter from The Swedish Migration Agency on his bedside table and Zaher, the latest person at the care home who moves quietly through the corridors in his glittery sandals. They are the sons of Afghanistan and Rebecka at the asylum accommodation is their relative.

Rebecka is new at work at the residential care home for children and young persons, she has taken the introduction course and follows all the rules in the folder. She is advised to leave the work at work, to not let herself be affected. But sometimes when things are too much she flees down to the basement corridor near the garbage room and sits there for a while and pokes on the rough concrete wall until a small pile of greyish crumbs appears on the floor. Every day she meets Ahmed who moves his hips rapidly, Hamid who has the letter from The Swedish Migration Agency on his bedside table and Zaher, the latest person at the care home who moves quietly through the corridors in his glittery sandals. They are the sons of Afghanistan and Rebecka at the asylum accommodation is their relative.

Rebecka is new at work at the residential care home for children and young persons, she has taken the introduction course and follows all the rules in the folder. She is advised to leave the work at work, to not let herself be affected. But sometimes when things are too much she flees down to the basement corridor near the garbage room and sits there for a while and pokes on the rough concrete wall until a small pile of greyish crumbs appears on the floor. Every day she meets Ahmed who moves his hips rapidly, Hamid who has the letter from The Swedish Migration Agency on his bedside table and Zaher, the latest person at the care home who moves quietly through the corridors in his glittery sandals. They are the sons of Afghanistan and Rebecka at the asylum accommodation is their relative.