Experiences supporting refugees
I get asked frequently how to plan a trip to Greece to do volunteering for refugees. Based on my extensive research before I went to Greece, my experiences in Greece and conversations with other volunteers, I want to share some of these experiences and recommendations in this post.
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I’m writing this from a beautiful house in the Swiss Alps. It’s minus two degrees outside and the mountains are covered in snow as far as you can see. It’s a world far away from Skaramangas, but the camp is still very much on my mind. Since I left, actually before even, I’ve been thinking about how to summarise, to describe, my experience and impressions of it and of being there.
Today was our last, last day at Skaramangas. We actually thought that yesterday would be our last time there as we’d left today free to see some of the sights in Athens. Standing in the entrance of the Acropolis museum this morning though, Eugene asked if I wanted to go back in the afternoon. The thought had been lingering in the back on my mind, and it seemed I wasn’t the only one having trouble letting go.
It’s hard to believe that it’s both already and only the end of day 3. This afternoon as we were standing on the side of the road, snow capped mountains on the horizon, blue grey water sloshing around in the windy bay behind us, Eugene and I started to talking about our time at Skaramagas (the camp).
For the majority of the day, Franz, Eugene and I were posted at the shoe distribution station.
We woke to snow spattered Athens this morning. Having packed for warmer weather I had to rummage through four of our five carefully stuffed donation suit cases to find a jacket to borrow for the week.
This evening we went for a walk around our neighbourhood. Amongst the derelict, gratified buildings and grimy roads and footpaths were many ‘dope’ – as Eugene likes to say – cafes and restaurants. Continue reading “Soya milk for 2.74”
