Honestly? I don’t have a neat conclusion. This whole situation is a messy, bureaucratic, human experiment. Hotels aren’t homes. Asylum seekers aren’t tourists. And we, the public, are stuck somewhere between compassion and “Wait, is my holiday cancelled?” It’s weird. It’s awkward. But it’s happening right now, in a building near you.
So next time you pass a hotel with a “No Vacancy” sign, just remember: that sign might mean something entirely different. And maybe, just maybe, the person in room 204 is dreaming of croissants.
