Located between meadows and trees, at the outskirts of the northern German town of Bramsche, is a refugee and migrant reception facility. Birds are chirping, a rubbish collection lorry rolls up. Apart from that, it is eerily quiet, as if the centre and its many fenced-in residents didn’t exist. At the facility’s entrance, security guards check everybody coming in and out, just like at a border crossing. Part of their job is to prevent foreign secret service agents from spying on political dissidents seeking asylum. The camp’s residents are allowed to leave the facility though given their curre…