Words by Jenny Kohn Before I actually went to do art with refugee kids with Hangar 1 at Tempelhof, I vaguely expected it to feel like I was Volunteering with Refugees. I thought it might make me sad. I thought I would feel sorry for the children living in an airport hangar. I thought it …

Walking into Tempelhof’s vast hangar 1, I felt intimidated by the sheer scale of the structure. But my attention was soon diverted from the big picture to the small, as a little girl came racing up to us and leaped into the arms of Amanda, a fellow volunteer I’d just met. Energy embodied, she introduced …