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There's a mood of exhausted chaos at the roadside near Roszke. More than a hundred Afghans, Syrians and Iraqis stretch out on the dry grass.

Some build fires in the early morning to keep warm. Small children munch apples they picked on the way from Serbia.

Hungarian police stand guard, their smart blue uniforms and red caps in sharp contrast with the rags of the refugees.


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