Sometimes our comfort zone is much too unbearable. I was feeling like that and so I organized a small trip to Chios, on of the Greek islands that refugees from Turkey were approaching.
The biggest streams of refugees have now stopped and so the situation is no more critical. However, there are signs of those who rested their lives in a piece of rubber or a piece of plastic, to get away from their former life…
I am not the one to say who is right and who is wrong. Time will tell.
But I cannot send away my thoughts about those remaining pieces, in several parts of the island that have become a hope for those who needed it.
Hi Kostas. Great post! My husband and I stay in Kefalos on Kos every year and I expect that we will see some of the left over dinghies and lifejackets on some of the beaches too. If we do I think I will try to organise a clean up with some of the friends that we’ve made there. We met a number of refugees there last year when we were out there to get married! They had all had such a horrendous journey from Syria and were so grateful to the people on Kos who did and gave all they could.
your photos are telling us stories. Inspite of all the misadventures I always dislike to see all the debris in the Mediterranean Sea.