The reincarnation of Michelangelo was born in a Syrian refugee camp. Among the 30,000 people squeezed into a desperate mud pit meant for 1,500, the child painted with dirt. The sides of the tents bore reflections of her previous life.
As her father, I thought maybe she could get us through the border. I brought the Europeans to the tents and showed them the eerie mud rendition of "The Last Judgement," the anatomically perfect mud sculpture of David. But they were not moved.
"How could this child know these things?" I said in the face of their disbelief. "How could a child born here even know what David is?"
Judge me for using my child if you will, but it was our best chance. And even that didn't work. So Michelangelo labors away inside the camp, making art from the mud.