It is after six o’clock on a sunny June evening in Luton, a town 30 miles north of London, UK, in 2013. I am in a downstairs room of a small dilapidated Victorian terraced house on a street where many houses have boarded-up windows. Two social workers, Sarah and Rodney, are sitting on chairs near the doorway that separates this small room from the other downstairs room, which is being used a bedroom. Catalina, a migrant mother from Romania who arrived four months earlier with her family to find work, sits on her low stool next to the kitchen. Her long skirt flows onto the floor. She has seven children who were born in Stuttgart, Brussels and Buenos Aires. Radu, her husband, sits opposite her with the best view of the kitchen, the back door, and of the large TV, precariously placed on a window sill, that is playing Nicolae Guță, a popular Manele...