A Road To Nowhere

Walking home from dinner tonight in the village next to Idomeni, right at sunset I saw a long line of imigrants moving up the railroad tracks. They were families with small children,  the children singing as they ran along the tracks, heading for the Macedonian border, which is heavily patrolled.The adults had an aura of fear, you could tell they were trying to be invisible. Each person carried a small backpack- nothing like what we would pack to go camping for a week. All their wordly goods. They were so tired.

Earlier in our teen therapy group, the older girls talked about how they had given up having any hope in their lives.. But the younger girls(12-15) giggled and talked about boy problems in the camp, small crushes they have, and before long everone was laughing and making macrome bracelets.

Thanks to Zeina Khodr, of AlJazeera news, for consistent and precise reporting on the unfolding crises.

http://www.aljazeera.com/news/2016/04/protests-greece-turkey-eu-refugee-deal-160403162049390.html