It’s been too busy to log the past few days. To sum it up, 72 hours of travel and layovers, cheap youth hostels, airport sandwiches, wrong airports, cabbies (no matter what country, cabbies cannot drive), and ferries.

                  Dec. 28th I was on the ferry from Athens, Greece to Lesvos that I met my first volunteers. 1). Nicolas from Norway and 2) Freida from Slovakia. Both had been here during the summer to help, but even back at their homes, their heart was still in Lesvos. Assumedly the volunteers have been calling it Lesvos Syndrome. I found them the very next day at one of the warehouses/collection points for clothes, blankets, etc.

Lesvos Greece Refugee Crisis {AndrewFrania.com}

All summer long Frieda would walk the 4-8 miles several times a day leading refugees from the sea to the next transition camp. Just a small whisp of a girl, but everyone called her the Hulk. Nothing would stop her from helping the refugees, even if it meant walking so they could ride.

                  Back to the ferry, it was none too difficult to spot the rest of the volunteers. We were all standing at the pier with wide open mouths and eyes totally lost, yet ready to start work. I immediately came across two girls from San Fran who were heading the same way as myself. The three of us rented a car and began our hour drive north to the coastal city of Molyvos.

                  By the time I had eaten some supper, I had been introduced to volunteers from Holland, Sweden, France, the UK, the US, Slovakia, Norway, and Israel. Over 140 NGO’s, 2000 volunteers, all paying to help. One volunteer from Norway is a publisher, and every profit from her books paid for here and dozen of her team to aid the refugees.

                  The UN is non-existent here, there is no central headquarters. Instead every NGO works together via social media and smartphones to handle the largest migration crisis since WWII. The brunt of the work, awareness, and money raised is shouldered on the backs of 19 and 20 year olds. What amazes me is that we all found each other through Facebook. Millennials using globalization, technology, and networking; that’s who is working to save the refugees. I’ve begun to believe in humanity again. For once I feel like I belong. I’ve been here one day and I’ve never met so many people with almost nothing to give. Many dropped out of school, left jobs, put themselves in debt, all with a smile because they are making changes.

Lesvos Greece Refugee Crisis {AndrewFrania.com}


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