The worst migration crisis since World War II. (The pictures are from Lesvos island, Greece)
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I have no words to express myself, to describe the pictures or my emotions and I really I don’t want to do it.
The only thing that I know is that I went to Lesvos island to cover the arrival of the refugees with suspicious thoughts about them and after just one day I started “seeing” in several boats my daughter, my wife and myself
One of the most impressive things that make you believe again in humans,
to believe that together we can do it, is “the other human”.
(In Greek: “Ï ¢ëëïò ¢íèñùðïò”/ “O Allos Anthropos”)
In Greece, the last few years, hope is more and more lost, the smile is harder to find and
what you face is more and more stooped shoulders.
A few years ago (during the economic crisis) an idea was born by Kostas Polychronopoulos
Kostas Polichronopoulos
to bring people together to communicate again with focus on one basic need: food.
He thought to go out on the streets with a pot and cook for everyone:
black and white, homeless and sheltered.
Not by charity, anyone who is hungry can eat.
So the simple things (because life is found in simplicity, as ancient Greeks said:
“Wisdom is shown in clarity”,
became routine and it grew stronger and it became something stable.
You can visit the blog where you can find the program and find out where is the next appointment and if you want and you can go and help “The other human” with whatever you can, a package of pasta, rice etc.
Without the help and support of political parties, NGOs, the church, charities, Kostas, who does not want “hats”(someone over him), managed to make the world talk about “the other human” and
“The other human” became an institution and created anticipation for the hungry for the next appointment.
We all need the other human, we all need another human, just by ourselves we cannot make it, we can take a look around and it is proved daily.
After a very long period of silence, I decide to show again the things I love,
all the things that makes me proud and happy
I collect some pictures from the project I’ve started months before with the “Volunteers doctors”
I visit them many times and I saw their try, their mood,
for me they are gentlemen and ladies, they are humans and they won my respect
In this health system, if you don’t have money you might die somewhere in the dark of your life.
I congratulate them and I am thankfull for our meetings and for their existance
