Today we were at the Kara Tepe refugee camp in Lesbos, entertaining the kids. This is a daily job.
They are bored to death in the camp.
The kids try to steal all the supplies we bring. The swings, the soccer balls, the food, everything. They lost everything. People destroyed or took their beloved teddy bears, toy cars, Playstations, iPads you name it.
If some of the kids don't get their way they get violent. The boys throw the regular punch or even a rock at each other.
Almost all of these kids come from a war.
Afghanistan, Syria, Congo...
Sophie got hit by a rock yesterday.
I can imagine their frustration.
When we play with them, they forget their misery for a while. Their parents can rest for a bit.
Imagine when you fall asleep and your recurring dream for the last months or even years is being on the phone and listening to a recorded voice:
"Please hold. You are caller 2.500.000 million. There are 2.499.999 refugees we have to process before we can redirect you to your next dream."
At the playground I met Wahad and Jalal.
Before I met them I coincidentally photographed them.
They found an electrical box at the playground. Managed to open it to charge their mobile phones.
I showed them the pictures I took of them and they had to laugh and felt caught in the act.
"Yes, well you see charging my mobile phone is more important than food. I need the Internet to stay in touch with my friends in Iran, UK, Afghanistan and Turkey."
I found out they were both from Afghanistan. Left everything they had over four months ago.
After we talked about my ideas that countries who were in the middle of financial crises, like Greece or Italy the people in general were not very welcoming to taking a lot of refugees they asked me:
"So, which countries have the strongest economies?"
They want to get to the UK. On the map they found out that they are exactly half way. Or: "stuck in the middle".
I just made this map and tomorrow when I find them, I'll tell them that according to my map they are slightly further than half way.