<p><span>For more than a year, <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/contributors/jake-halpern">Jake Halpern</a> has <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/03/13/the-underground-railroad-for-refugees">been reporting</a> </span><span>on Vive, a safe house run by a community group in Buffalo, New York. In an old schoolhouse, refugees live in crowded dorms, sometimes even sleeping in the hallways, as they wait for an appointment with Canadian border officials or for the wheels of the U.S. asylum process to turn. Vive is short on space and privacy but offers food, housing, legal advice, and community to residents caught between an untenable past and an uncertain future.</span></p>
For more than a year, Jake Halpern has been reporting on Vive, a safe house run by a community group in Buffalo, New York. In an old schoolhouse, refugees live in crowded dorms, sometimes even sleeping in the hallways, as they wait for an appointment with Canadian border officials or for the wheels of the U.S. asylum process to turn. Vive is short on space and privacy but offers food, housing, legal advice, and community to residents caught between an untenable past and an uncertain future.