This is a personal account of the refugee rescue and relief effort mounted in the island of Lesvos, as I experienced it during my days of volunteer work on the island’s North coast in October of 2015. All the characters and events are real, improbable as some may appear to be…
There are also some individual refugee stories, but theirs is a picture unavoidably blurred and incomplete. This is simply because of the dynamics imposed on the rescue and relief workers from facing wave after wave of people arriving on that coast of Despair. All that remained at the end of a day was a smile there, a fragment of a story here, a sad faraway look, longing eyes looking East, Silences, …mere fragments of a much larger drama, one without Deux ex Machina and with more acts to follow…
Petros X – July 2016