As a volunteer on the island of Lesvos in Greece, Melissa Hekkers was re-establishing her ideologies of volunteer work with the refugees fleeing from Syria and other middle eastern countries.
“Perhaps this is an aesthetically better way to approach the matter, and one that creates more substantial dialogue that potentially provoke actions rather than merely bombarding us with the most atrocious images that awe you one minute and disappear from your screen the next.”
Naim stood proud on the banks of the Mytilini Marina.
Much like thousands of volunteers before her, 30-year-old Limassolian Elena Moustaka set off for Lesvos at the beginning of November; a decision instigated by her bewilderment with media coverage of the influx of refugees on the island.
The Moria Refugee camp off the shores of Lesvos is an unfamiliar place, although to many of us, it may have become more familiar since the increased influx of refugees began to make their way to the shores of Greece at the beginning of the summer.
“Is Germany full?” an Afghan refugee asked me as he waited for registration on the hills of the Moria Refugee camp in Lesvos.
Every time I look back at my days spent in Lesvos a deep sorrow warps me and I can’t seem to let it go. Like a bear in a cage I roam around the corners of my life and I can’t seem to find the direction to rationalise my frustration towards the sour turn the refugee situation has taken.