That’s right. It’s almost time for me to painstakingly remove myself from all the projects and I’ve invested in and the people whose lives I have been a part of, even if for a second. I feel like an awkward cephalopod that’s spent all its energy wrapping its arms around something only to be pulled away, inch by inch. If the imagery sounds jarring, I promise you the feeling is even worse.
Why is this such a difficult process? Well, let’s start with the kids. The art and play therapy sessions have evolved in some really amazing ways. From connecting emotions and thoughts to actions, to exploring psychosomatic symptoms, its been amazing to see these kids open up and explore how they feel. And of course inevitably, the more time I’ve spent here the more attached I’ve become to them and their laughter, hugs, and contagious energy. But now I have to focus my attention on my exit strategy, and it’s a fine balance: I need to find a way to leave without simply vanishing from their lives (as so many have done before), but at the same time, if I make a big deal out of my leaving, I’m also emphasizing the fact that they are being left behind, that they—unlike myself—cannot leave the island. Like everything we do here, it’s vital that all of our actions are done in the interests of the kids (or the beneficiaries) and not ourselves, so even just the act of saying goodbye takes a great deal of thought and preparation.
Children learn about psychosomatic symptoms through a drawing exercise
It’s a challenge that looms closer each day, and I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to face it. One thing that’s for sure is that these kids continue to amaze me. Just last week was African Cultures Day at the School of Peace and I got to see my students performing a Congolese dance. I sent a video of it to a friend who replied, “refugee camps on the news are always so depressing… It’s amazing for me to see how happy everybody looks.” And I realized that it was this inside perspective that I have, that one can’t get from the news—the insight into the smiles, courage and strength that these children constantly show me—that I might miss the most. But that’s also something that I will never have to say goodbye to.
Concert played by musicians from Moria and Karatape camps
An open air concert with musicians from Moria and Karatape refugee camps. A field trip with the School of Peace to a hiking trail in the mountains. Introducing meditation techniques to our art/play therapy programs with the kids. I’m sitting in my apartment with all the widows open, looking out onto the Mytilene port and trying to process everything that I got to be a part of this week. It’s a strange day today; the typical 85 degree heat and relentless sun has been replaced by heavy rains and cool humidity. It’s eerily quiet on the busy street outside my window, but I’m not sure if it’s the weather or just the typical speed for a Sunday morning.
In IsraAID’s children’s art/play therapy programs, we’ve started going beyond just fun and games and introduced psychosocial support. Whether it’s having the kids draw their “happy place”, playing games that activate empathy, teaching techniques for calming down like breathing or meditation, or explaining how coloring mandalas can be a way of relaxing and easing stress, we’re trying to provide basic tools for the kids to be able to regulate their emotions and build up their resilience.
One of the moments during our program this past week that made us all take a pause was when we are establishing the classroom rules. We asked the children, as they sat on plywood benches in a semi-circle, what are some rules that you can think of that would make you feel safe in the classroom? We had expected suggestions along the lines of “no fighting”, “listen to the teacher”, etc. But the first student to raise his hand, one of the most rambunctious and mischievous of the bunch, said thoughtfully, “I don’t think we need any rules because I already feel safe in the classroom”. Another boy raised his hand to say that he also felt safe here because he had recently heard that a school had been bombed in Afghanistan. In other words, despite all the challenges, we had accomplished one of the many things that we had hoped; to create a safe space. Like our program director here in Lesvos put it, “Most of the time, these kids don’t feel safe. Living in Moria, that’s just the reality. So for two hours a week, we are giving them safety, we are giving them normalcy. We aren’t going to fix Moria. But we’re going to do our best to fix everything else.”
Children from the School of Peace cool down from their hike in a stream
My face = what it’s like supervising this trip, in a nutshell
I was also fortunate enough to be a part of a couple other things this week: a field trip with the students of the School of Peace and an open air concert performed by musicians trained in the Moria and Karatape camps. There was one moment on the field trip that was completely surreal to me: after arriving in the mountains and going though an activity circuit that included yoga, tag, and storytelling, we hiked with the kids until we finally arrived at a stream. In a flurry of movement, suddenly there were tens of Syrian, Afghan, Iranian, Iraqi, Congolese and Angolan kids splashing, screaming, and jumping in the freezing water. It was insanely fun (+ absolutely exhausting) and I felt pretty lucky to be there with them.
“My friend, my friend!” The sound of children calling for my attention from all corners of the room causes my head to spin. Sound ricochets off the walls and the classroom is a flurry of color and movement; colored markers and pastels get passed around as the children finally begin to settle down and concentrate on coloring their mandalas.
The past two weeks of careful planning have finally paid off. Between finding games like beach-sand and arts and crafts like popsicle-stick-dominos, we had impeccably planned three 1.5-hour art/play-therapy sessions of pure fun and learning at two different refugee schools. Was it complete chaos? Absolutely. Did we have to change our careful planning at the last minute? But of course. Did the kids have fun? You better believe it.
Me at IsraAID Lesvos HQ building the children’s sessions
The truth is, there are just so many unexpected elements when working in this kind of environment. From the difficulty of getting accurate translations (we were working with predominantly Farsi-speaking kids) to the fact that children with trauma will often develop ADHD, to the unexpected drop-ins (we had anticipated 20 kids and around 50 showed up), there were tons of adjustments that had to be made. But after going back to the drawing board and redesigning certain aspects of our sessions, it was like a light switch had been flipped; kids started following directions, the craziness (and volume) level went down, we got through more activities and you could tell that the parents who peeked into the classroom were enjoying watching their kids play. Oh, and the experience of playing with the kids—seeing them laugh and helping them to create art work and games that they could take home—made everything worth it every time.
Students help to prepare the noon snack of apples and grilled cheese
I also continue to volunteer with the Congolese kids at the School of Peace. The teacher who I work most closely with shared with me how he had studied and gotten his degree in electrical engineering in the Congo. Two years ago, he decided to search for a safe home and a stable job in Europe, leaving his wife and children behind with the hopes of sending for them later. After living in Turkey for four months without finding work and feeling generally ostracized, he decided that it was time to move on to Europe and made the decision of crossing the sea. But like many before him, he got stuck awaiting asylum processing in the Moria refugee camp. However, like he shared with our class during a story-telling activity, “When I got here, I saw that I could do good and be useful by working with children in the school, and if I hadn’t, then I wouldn’t have met all of you wonderful kids.”
Between the laughter, the piggyback rides and the breaking up of arguments, it’s incredibly easy to forget why this school exists in the first place: the refugee crisis, and the fact that most of these kids return to the Moria camp at night. And yet unlike other kids, these are markedly different; they talk nonchalantly about travel by dinghy, i.e. the small lifeboat that makes the dangerous crossing between Turkey and Greece. They laugh about the “ferociousness” of the flies that bite in the Moria refugee camp. And despite all that, nothing captures their attention each week like the possibility of receiving the “student of the week” badge, accompanied by a small plastic (often Disney-inspired) toy that they get to take home. Despite their hardships, these kids still get to be kids. And that my friends, is what resilience looks like.
Thanks to everyone who has followed my journey thus far. Things have been moving super quickly so here’s a brief post to bring you up to speed:
Class schedule for Stand By Me Lesvos
I’m teaching English lessons! I started to volunteer at an education initiative for refugees right outside of the Moria camp called Stand By Me Lesvos, which was founded by local Greek citizens. Since native English speakers are in short supply, I’ll be teaching advanced conversational English twice a week. I will be creating the lesson plans, curriculum, etc. Very excited to start next week!
View from STBL playground; Moria refugee camp can be seen in the distance
Two students drafting articles during our first class
Also, at a community center located right outside the School of Peace I will start to teach (*surprise*) writing lessons! Specifically, the class is focused on journalism so that students can be empowered to tell their stories and those of their community, to a global audience. And of course, learning advanced English writing skills can take anyone super far, whether it’s applying to jobs, getting into schools, etc. For me, whether it’s slam poetry or this very blog, writing has always been how I expressed myself. I hope that by the end of my class, my students will be able to do the same:) Oh, and ideally if everything goes according to plan (which it almost certainly won’t), we hope to publish a journal with the students’ work by the end of the month. This is also an initiative led by myself and another volunteer, so we’re excited to design the program and get started!
And finally, the past two weeks of careful planning have paid off and our IsraAID team had our first art/play therapy sessions! Was it complete chaos? Of course it was. Did we have to change the entire carefully-planned-program at the last minute? Of course we did. More will come in a future post…
Bruno Mars’ voice suddenly fizzled and reemerged as the notes of an oud—that’s how close Lesvos is to Turkey; at certain points on the island, even the radio stations and cell services switch to Turkish ones. This time we’re driving to the School of Peace, an education initiative that provides daily classes to refugee children in their mother tongue, whether it’s French, Farsi, or Arabic.
While IsraAID no longer runs the school (they exited in May 2019), they still provide support and retain a close partnership with volunteers from the Hashomer Hatzair youth movement along with local community volunteers who keep the school running. And in my extra time outside of the programs run by IsraAID, I’ve decided to help out as well.
Let me start by saying this: the School of Peace—with its rainbow-painted plywood walls and classrooms-named-after-animals—radiates positivity like nothing else within 5-kilometers of the Moria refugee camp. It’s a remarkable place; you close your eyes and you can actually hear joy: laughter, a soccer ball kicked against the wall, a jump rope hitting the soil, the loud chatter of children. The crisis does not permeate this space, at least not overtly. That day, beyond cutting fruits for snack-time and supervising the hectic play during break periods, I helped lead activities in the class containing kids from the Congo and Angola. Since some students spoke only French, some only Portuguese, and some both, I was able to give instructions in both languages, ensuring that everyone was on the same page.
Children from the Farsi-speaking class practice coloring
The first activity involved envisioning one’s journey after leaving the School of Peace. One of the more talkative students, David*, revealed to me his plans of becoming a concert pianist and a doctor. Dante wanted to become a famous youtuber and use his videos to discuss soccer and video games. Marianne, who couldn’t have been older than 10, told me that she hoped to learn English, but that what she wanted most was to receive her “white card”, an infinitely valuable document that states that she is a legal asylum seeker. The class ended when the head teacher blasted the Macarena from a dusty boombox and, as though on cue, all the students pushed aside their chairs and started dancing with complete abandon. And BOY could they dance. Seeing their resilience was incredibly motivating, and I couldn’t help leaving the school feeling a little lighter.
A child’s drawing depicts a boat crossing the sea from Afghanistan
And it was with this hope and optimism that I was faced with one of the more difficult moments of this experience thus far, which was visiting the lifejacket graveyard. Located on the north end of the island (where most of the crossings occur from Turkey), the lifejacket graveyard is essentially a dumping site where adult and child life vests, rubber dinghies, and clothing are discarded as refugees move on from the shores in search of food, clothing, shelter, and a better life. It’s also absolutely shocking, especially to imagine that all the children that I’ve worked with have, without exception, undergone the traumatic experience of fleeing for their lives on one of those boats, in one of those lifejackets. And as much as those lifejackets are a testament to those who survive the journey, they’re also a heartbreaking reminder of those who don’t. And that’s when it becomes painfully clear that no parent would put their child on that boat if there was any alternative, and that I cannot even begin to understand the amount of courage that goes into making that decision. Or as British Somali poet Warsan Shire put it:
“no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well”
*Names have been changed to protect students’ privacy
“For every school that opens, a jail cell closes. Education is the most important thing. Education is safety.”
The School of Peace, a refugee education initiative located outside of the Moria camp
Quoting Victor Hugo, the Afghan refugee and community spokesperson attending the education meeting spoke confidently in English to the Greek representative from the Ministry of Education. The tent where the education meeting took place was stifling, but that didn’t stop representatives from the UNHCR and various NGOs involved in education such as IsraAID, the School of Peace, Refugee for Refugees, and others, from gathering a stone’s throw from the Moria refugee camp, which only a few months ago had been condemned by Oxfam as “inhumane”.
View from the port of the city of Mytilene
Hunched over child-sized desks at one of the education centers, the representatives discussed all sorts of issues: from the difficulties of enrolling refugee children in formal Greek education, to the pros and cons of setting up education centers within the camps, to the value of integrating all refugee children into the same classroom, regardless of their country of origin. However, everyone seemed to agree on one thing: education gives kids a sense of normality and structure, it helps them to integrate into the host country, and it makes them safer.
Planning and designing programs to target different goals
The past couple of days since my 4-connection flight and finally (*finally*) touching down on the Greek island of Lesvos has been a total whirlwind. My team is composed of two powerhouse women: a Palestinian art therapist and an Israeli veteran aid-worker who was one of the first volunteers on the ground during the Ebola epidemic in Sierra Leon. This past week has been an orientation of Lesvos, a briefing of the refugee crisis on the island (including accompanying the team to meetings like the one I just described), but I’ve also come at a really interesting time for IsraAID in Lesvos. They recently transitioned out of their major projects and are about to start new ones in July. These new programs involve art and play therapy, and I’m helping to plan sessions, build the program materials, and basically to eventually bring the programs to life in the next week. Obviously, the process started long before I got here—building programs takes weeks of planning, research, need-assessments, etc. But it’s been super interesting to go behind the scenes and understand the careful work that goes into ensuring that programs have a lasting impact and are building towards a larger goal; whether that goal is integration, empowerment, stability, etc.
A message scrawled on an apartment advocates for freedom of movement for refugees
It’s also been an overwhelming couple of days. Visiting the Moria camp is vital to grounding the crisis in reality, and as one would expect it was just brutal. At first you get there and you try to force yourself to act like everything around you is normal even though your mind is screaming that it isn’t. There’s no use in gawking, in staring incredulously at the makeshift homes, at the strollers being pushed through rivers of dirty water. But what broke through my numbness was a woman’s garden: a plastic flowerpot hung precariously from a wooden post nailed to the side of a tent; a makeshift fence made of spare planks was propped up by wire; small flowerpots sat in rows; and in the center was a pond, created by pressing countless plastic water bottle caps into the bottom of a hole until they formed a solid bottom where water couldn’t seep through to the dry earth. It was a beautiful, heroic refusal to relinquish human decency. This woman probably had a garden back home, along with a job, a community network, and a house. I wondered if I would have had the strength to continue living as she does if our places were reversed. The Afghan community spokesperson, while discussing his efforts to improve refugee education at the education meeting, put it this way: “As human beings, we are trying our best.” I hope that in the coming weeks here I can live up to his example.
I know what you’re thinking. How is art supposed to help to refugees on Lesvos?
Well, there’s something called creative arts therapy which involves the use of creative techniques such as visual art, drama, dance and music to help participants express themselves artistically and to examine their psychological and emotional undertones through their art (Spiegel, et al. 160).
Source: Huff Post
Creative arts therapy is unique to other traditional mental health treatments because it presents fewer cultural and linguistic barriers to clients’ therapeutic success because of how it relies on little spoken communication and encourages free expression (Rowe, et al. 27). While these techniques still depend on interpreters or Syrian volunteers to deliver instructions, art therapy allows participants to explore their memories and emotions subtly, providing a safe space to resolve overwhelming traumatic symptoms and focus on positivity and growth.
Moreover, according to an article in the Behavioral Sciences Journal, art therapy can help to ease one of the most frequently overlooked psychosocial problems of refugees—homesickness. According to various clinical studies, creative art therapy—with its attention to preverbal language through music, imagery, dance, theater, and movement—is able to reach individuals through the senses and promote successive integration, which can lead to transformation and therapeutic change. These forms of therapy can be a temporary home for refugees in the assimilation process, by serving as a safe transitional space (Dieterich-Hartwell, 2). Finally, creative art therapy is a more approachable non-medicinal method of treatment that mitigates much of the mental health stigma associated with more traditional mental health treatments (McAlevey).
Source: Al Jazeera
Anyway, my first task upon arrival in Lesvos will involve starting an embroidery program for both refugee and Greek women. Not only will this be a type of art therapy, but it will hopefully create a safe and welcoming space for refugees to interact with the local community and vice-versa. Despite not having any embroidery experience whatsoever, I am so very excited to contribute to this program and can’t wait to get started!
If you’re interested in learning more about specific techniques and outcomes of creative arts therapies, here are a few interesting case studies involving Syrian refugees integrating locally in Turkey:
Gurle NS. Enhancing the awareness of emotions through art and drama among crisis-affected Syrian refugee children in southeast Turkey. Intervention [serial online] 2018 [cited 2019 Apr 23];16:164-9 http://www.interventionjournal.org/text.asp?2018/16/2/164/237951
Nilay Ugurlu, Leyla Akca & Ceren Acarturk (2016) An art therapy intervention for symptoms of post-traumatic stress, depression and anxiety among Syrian refugee children, Vulnerable Children and Youth Studies, 11:2, 89-102,DOI: 10.1080/17450128.2016.1181288
Other sources:
David Spiegel MD, Cathy Malchiodi MA, ATR-BC, Amy Backos MA, ATR-BC & Kate Collie PhD, MFA, ATR (2006) Art Therapy for Combat-Related PTSD: Recommendations for Research and Practice, Art Therapy, 23:4, 157-164, DOI: 10.1080/07421656.2006.10129335
Rowe, C., Watson-Ormond, R., English, L., Rubesin, H., Marshall, A., Linton, K., … Eng, E. (2017). Evaluating Art Therapy to Heal the Effects of Trauma Among Refugee Youth: The Burma Art Therapy Program Evaluation. Health Promotion Practice, 18(1), 26–33. https://doi.org/10.1177/1524839915626413David Spiegel MD, Cathy Malchiodi MA, ATR-BC, Amy Backos MA, ATR-BC & Kate Collie PhD, MFA, ATR (2006) Art Therapy for Combat-Related PTSD: Recommendations for Research and Practice, Art Therapy, 23:4, 157-164, DOI: 10.1080/07421656.2006.10129335
Dieterich-Hartwell, Rebekka, and Sabine C Koch. “Creative Arts Therapies as Temporary Home for Refugees: Insights from Literature and Practice.” Behavioral Sciences vol. 7,4 69. 17 Oct. 2017, doi:10.3390/bs7040069
One of the myths that needs to be done away with is that refugees are helpless victims; that they are simply receptacles of aid, medical and psychological treatment. This may seem like an obvious truth, but in practice it’s often disregarded. Refugees that had the ability and resources to escape from the conflict in their homeland are (in comparison to those still internally displaced) a privileged few, and often educated doctors, teachers, lawyers. And yet, humanitarian aid organizations commonly implement programs that disempower them, feeding a cycle of helplessness.
I’m putting this out there because during my fellowship in Lesvos (starting 1 week from now!), one of my main responsibilities will be assisting in the development of psychosocial support programs for women and children—in particular, art therapy. This is very, very exciting for me as I’ve been studying art therapy for the past semester and as an artistic person myself, I’m thrilled to be able to leverage some of my personal skills/hobbies to help create a safe and artistic space where refugees can express themselves creatively.
HOWEVER, any mental health program created by an aid organization has got to invest in increasing the capacities of refugees themselves to manage their own mental conditions (yes, we’re having another ethics lesson). It’s super important to invest in the survivor’s resilience and capability to recover and build on their personal strengths and resources to develop their own approach to deal with difficulties (Almoshmosh, 58).
Why is it so important to empower refugees? Because the sense of helplessness in survivors can worsen their suffering and psychological deterioration (56). For example, depression can result from a perceived absence of control over the outcome of a stressful situation. This learned helplessness in itself can contribute to poor health where people may neglect their diet, exercise, and medical treatment, falsely believing they have no power to change. It is therefore crucial to encourage individuals to try and take a more active role in maintaining their wellbeing and health in order to minimize falling into hopelessness (56).
So returning to my future art therapy assignment, it’s super important for me (and pretty much anyone) to ensure that whatever programs I help create, I take into consideration the social context of refugees while recognizing their agency in rebuilding their own lives. Also I can’t forget to mention that I am not a white savior who is doing humanitarian work to feel good about myself. I am going to Lesvos to learn about and facilitate sustainable psychosocial support programs on the terms of the beneficiaries. That being said, I can’t wait to get started:)
Source: Almoshmosh, Nadim. “The role of war trauma survivors in managing their own mental conditions, Syria civil war as an example.” Avicenna journal of medicine vol. 6,2 (2016): 54-9. doi:10.4103/2231-0770.179554Source:
If you’re reading this blog just to hear about my journey in Lesvos, please feel free to skip this post. However, if you’re really itching to learn about how a lot of humanitarian organizations get tripped up and can sometimes harm the very people they claim to help, what follows is a brief overview of some of the main ethical issues that humanitarian aid face:
First, the issue of sustainability. A humanitarian crisis doesn’t end the moment TV cameras are packed up in pursuit of the next big story (in case you need reminding, the Syrian Civil War and the Gazan crisis haven’t gone anywhere). Recovery takes years, sometimes decades. Aid organizations that drop off cargos of food and leave weeks later do very little to help, apart from getting media coverage and ensuring that donors receive ample evidence of their “service”. In addition to not sticking around for the long haul, aid organizations do a disservice when they don’t take the time to equip the affected populations with the skills needed to take care of themselves. Without investing in the skills and empowerment of the affected populations, humanitarian aid organizations develop a cycle of helplessness in which the affected populations become dependent on aid. Which leads us to the second issue of…
Dependency. Let’s take the example of a humanitarian campaign many of us have probably heard of, TOMS. TOMS is best known for their One-for-One policy, beginning with their shoes. For every pair of Toms shoes purchased, one is given to a child in need. Today, TOMS has donated over 70 million shoes (TOMS). However, as critics of the TOMS model have pointed out:
“The charitable act of donating a free pair of shoes serves as little more than a short-term fix in a system in need of long-term, multi-faceted economic development, health, sanitation, and education solutions“.
Cheryl Davenport
In other words, the act of simply giving resources reinforces dependency on donations. Moreover, these donations actually have the effect of distorting developing markets and undermining local businesses by creating an unsustainable aid-based economy. Tragically, free shoes ended up working against the long-term development goals of the community TOMS was trying to help (Davenport).
Finally, the issue of cultural-specificity. There is no one-size-fits-all solution for all the humanitarian crises in the world. For example, the same hygiene program in Mozambique may not work in Lampedusa for countless reasons, such as differences in language, culture, geography, religion, demographics, etc. In other words, context is everything. You need to understand the population you’re working with to ensure that the humanitarian relief is the right fit, and that it isn’t simply being imposed.
Let’s take a look at a development project implemented in the Gambian wetlands that failed to understand the local gender dynamics. In the existing gendered division of labor in Gambia, men cultivated highland peanut plots while women cultivated lowland rice plots, or wetlands. Similarly, in the gendered system of property rights, women retained the independent rights to rice plots, while the peanut plots were controlled by the men. Motivated by the desire to achieve food security, the Gambian government encouraged rice cultivation (a more stable crop) by improving wetland access and through developing better rice seeds. As a result of the wetland development, male household heads and village elites responded by calling into question women’s long-standing rights on the wetlands. The women fought back, demanding wages and alternative plot of land. This lead to conflict and effectively crippled the project (Carney, 320-322). In conclusion, projects that don’t take into consideration important population-specific factors such as gender relations can risk failing on their own terms.
Now this again is FAR from an exhaustive examination of the ethics of humanitarian action. There are other issue such as that of refugee camps, restrictions over freedom of movement, and political disempowerment. But there are also other ways that aid organizations can address these problems, like safeguarding and protection mainstreaming. This is a super interesting area of study that I (unfortunately) can only scratch the surface of here, but which I plan to study in pursuit of my Master’s degree.
The organization I will be working for this summer, IsraAID, has really invested in developing projects that are ethically sound. For example, after Hurricane Maria hit Puerto Rico in 2017, IsraAID sent a team there to work together with local shelters, authorities, civil society organizations, Jewish communities, and psychologist associations, to tap into resources already present within the community. Moreover, they’re still there today, building the foundations to ensure that the affected populations are equipped with the resources and training to make a full recovery.
I’m really looking forward to seeing for myself how IsraAID’s model unfolds in Greece in the next two weeks, and being able to get a sense of what the outcome of their (and hopefully some of my own) work will be. Counting down the days…
Sources:
Carney, J.A.. (2004). Gender Conflict in Gambian Wetlands. Liberation Ecologies: Environment, Development, Social Movements. 316-336.
Davenport, Cheryl. “The Broken ‘Buy-One, Give-One’ Model: 3 Ways to Save Toms Shoes.” Co.Exist. Fast Company, n.d. Web.
This blog is going to be a way for me to share pictures, videos and anecdotes of my first experience (so really, just dipping my toes) into the vast and complex world of humanitarian aid, via my summer internship with IsraAID on the island of Lesvos.
On the other hand, this blog is also going to allow me to keep track of my expectations, hopes, progress, experiences, challenges, successes and disappointments. It’ll be a bit of journal, both introspective and hopefully informational. Hope you come along for the ride.
Me! Hello!
So who am I? My name is Giuliana, I’m a junior majoring in international studies and sociology. I’m also language nerd, a slam poet, a bit of a singer and guitar player, and I also enjoy learning martial arts (i.e. judo, capoeira, etc).
Where am I going? This summer I will be working in Lesvos, a Greek island that became home to over 45% of the 770,838 refugees and migrants who arrived in Europe in 2015 (UNHCR). While the majority of refugees are Syrian, Afghani and Iraqi, recently there’s been an influx from the Congo and Angola as well. The increasing number of arrivals has put an extreme pressure on the island—there are regularly more than 10,000 refugees and migrants staying in the island against a reception capacity of 2,800—resulting in a severe lack of shelter, sanitation, and site management (UNHCR)
What is IsraAID? IsraAID is an apolitical non-governmental organization (which means that they have no affiliation with the Israeli government) that provides both lifesaving emergency relief and sustainable long-term solutions for people affected by natural disasters, epidemics and conflict situations all over the world. Their teams work in full collaboration with local communities while also acknowledging the desires and agency of refugees/displaced populations. While many humanitarian organizations skip doing their homework and end up miscalculating or badly executing relief efforts, IsraAID invests in making sure that their aid projects are both effective and ethical. This is super important to me, so I’ll discuss what it means in detail in another post.
Thats all for now folks! My journey starts in two weeks but I look forward to sharing more soon…
Inside IsraAID Greece 