1.1.2016

1.1.2016

It was a pretty easy wake up this morning, I was pretty excited to start out the year. Worked my day patrol shift with Ingrid, a mature Norwegian woman in her 50/60s. Since we were in a car for 7 hours looking over the straits at Turkey we talked quite a bit. We compared generational differences, talked about dogs (she has always had Labradors), how westernized nations are slowly becoming unsustainable in reference to population, and just enjoyed the day.

              It was a relative calm day, slight breeze, very few white caps on the sea. We had a boat come in around 930am. Either every volunteer and reporter were still in bed sleeping the nights’ party off, or else they must have been elsewhere because there were just a handful of us helping the refugees. It generally helps not having 30 people shoving cameras down your throat while you’re trying to get people and children on land. These are not sandy beaches, many of them have drop offs, just a few feet from the shore that children could be totally submerged in.

              I was able to snap a few pics before I went running down to the beach with socks and emergency blankets. The boat didn’t even have a floor on it, just the rubber bottom of the rib boat. Everyone in the boat must have been in 8” of water by the time they got to us. It was still below freezing so everyone was happy to receive a clean/dry pair of socks.

For most of the refugees this was the first time in months that anyone had done anything nice for them. Most of them had to flee their homes, get extorted by the Turkish government and mob for what money they had remaining, were beaten, stabbed, and treated less humanely than animals. By the time they came to our shores, they were running desperately low on hope and morale. To see people in bright yellow jackets waving and smiling after the travesties mankind has inflicted upon them must have been so relieving. They were crying and happy, some had to sit down. I helped two young men change their socks, then wrapped their feet in emergency blankets before putting their frozen/wet shoes back on. They must have never had anyone do anything like that, for they were weeping tears of joy. All I could do is look at them and smile and say “Welcome my friends.”

There are some sad stories too, for though this is a tale of hope and peace, these people came from a world of hell and death. One lady had left Iraq with her husband and 5 kids. Today she was standing in the EU one month later with only 2 kids, her husband and 3 of her children died along the way. We heard stories of refugee children in Turkey freezing to death in the camps, but the Turkish government will not alibi anything since the UN paid them to help the refugees and keep them. (they’re not, they’re double dipping by letting the mob smuggle them out and take some of the profits.) Another man this morning could not even move for he had just found out that the Taliban had killed his brother. This is my last story of sadness for today’s entry. There is a mother here, who would be willing to return to war-torn Afghanistan if she knew that her daughter would be able to stay in the EU and live in safety. A mother’s love.

I have yet to see the pictures, but allegedly Green Peace coordinated with the volunteers from across the island to do something at Life-Jacket Cemetery. There was either a 100-meter peace sign made out of life jackets, or else the volunteers wore life jackets and formed a 100 meter human peace sign. For those that have visited the American Holocaust Museum in Washington DC you will probably never forget the room with the pile of shoes. One of those symbolisms of that era, well for the refugees and volunteers this pile of life-jackets was our pile of shoes. I for-see in 20-30 years we will see something in museums resembling Life-Jacket Cemetery.

I must go bid my adieu’s to some new friends. Some have to publish articles in their newspapers, some to finish their videos at home, others to publish their books, or return to school after holiday. We all have this island in common, we all together stood for humanity, and as we tell each other good bye, we tell the one leaving “Humanity thanks you.” I for one, have never been to Norway, been I guess there’s about 30+ different people that have offered me their house anytime I want to visit. I offered them a place in Wisconsin if they wanted to visit somewhere that is cold and snowy like Norway.

The tabloids call 2015 – The Year of the Refugee. This year 2016 will be The Year of the Volunteer.

Lesvos Greece Refugee Crisis {AndrewFrania.com}

 

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