Πέμπτη 10 Μαρτίου 2016

When a Stranger Calls "by refugees in Idomeni

When a Stranger Calls "by refugees in Idomeni



Here we live a second war "monologue the old Syrian, who resting on her husband's arm goes to the huge queue that has formed there, where is the food distribution in the camp of Idomeni.

"We fight for a plate of food, battle for a scene to be able to put underneath our heads. I carry many years on me and all this is very difficult for me. I left chased from my home and I'm stuck here. In mud, cold, dead end ... "said ANA-MPA Hala, who wants as many of the fellow, to go to Germany. There already waiting for her son, who was one of the "lucky ones" who managed to cross the border before about a year.

By siderofrachti gate remains closed for the fourth day in the neutral Greek-Macedonian zone, the rain has turned the area around the camp into a vast swamp, and the news from the European "front" that arrive via mobile refugees to is anything but promising, many, like Hala, feel like you are experiencing a second war.

Like Ahmed, who lost his daughter in the war and whenever hugging a child-from the many who follow their parents in the difficult paths of prosfygias- feel a lump in my throat. "To get back to go where? Back not expect" emphasizes and shows a picture on his cell phone from the ruins of his home, he says. "I wanted to remember what they got away from" notes.

In Eidomeni this small border village, with just 100 inhabitants in the Greek-Macedonian border, that the last year and a half suddenly saw the headlights to turn on it, is the last weekend and Chinese artist and activist Ai Wei Wei. There is also the first time that the famous Chinese artist at the side of refugees. In late 2015 he was visiting Mytilene and shocked by what he had seen and heard "clothed" with thousands of refugees lifejackets columns of the entrance of the emblematic Saouspilchaous not to extinguish the "fire" of hope that the refugee crisis will end.

At the same time, the Eidomeni refugees warm wet their bodies around makeshift fires, with an eye glued to the fence that keeps a few steps away from the final destination of their journey.

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