The weather forecast was for rain starting at noon.  The plan was to meet at the container area to load the 3 vans.  I organized the hygiene container with the left over

items we’d distributed yesterday.  I’d brought some items from home that I thought might help keep things organized.

We made our way back to the camp for our last distro for the trip.  Our new Czech friends had their van FILLED with women and men’s clothing.  With so many arrivals and the burned tents the need is huge right now at the

camp.  In the short time we’ve been here we’ve seen the garage piles grow.

The boys enjoy doing line control- Marin and his French skills are a huge help and they like to talk to those waiting in line.  Keeping the mood light is essential but you also need

to be firm.  They did a great job.  I was a “shopper” which meant that once a person is registered, Janne writes on their ticket what they can pick out and for how many people. It’s a really good way to do this- but still people are upset when we ran out of some sizes. But we got far more happy smiles!

A man had gone through the line and Max had been helping him, he wanted a sports coat because there was a big tear in the one he had.  The gentleman had left when Max found a sport coat.  He left his shopper and went running up the hill to catch the guy- they both came back and when the man tried on the jacket it was a perfect fit!  Small things that mean so much.

Mae helped shoppers but what she really loved doing was keeping the kids busy while the moms shopped.  It is hard to believe there could be any flowers left for all that were picked today!

The country side is full of blooming colors!  It is amazing to see.

At about 5:30pm it started to sprinkle.  It slowly increased to rain.  Janne called an end for the day and Ali (the main interpreter) marked on everyones ticket who hadn’t been served a mark so that they

could return on Thursday for another chance.

Dinner was with all 18 of us at a local restaurant on the port.  Conversation was lively, the food great and the goodbyes long.

The container area is located at the end of the runway near the Chios airport.  The islands answer for “you-store storage”.  About 100 containers are lined up in an “L” shape that other NGO’s use as well as shops and local people.  This morning a couple from the

Czech Republic drove 3 days with a van full of aid- we unloaded the van then Janne took it to the “1 Euro” store to pick up the items that had been purchased yesterday- dish soap, shampoo, deodorant, women pads, clothing wash, toothbrushes and tooth paste.

We ran out of bags..mom improvised!

Heating wood for camp-just like your great grandmothers Europe.

We organized the blankets and other aid.   3 vans loaded with aid made their way past

Blankets

“road” to disto site

patiently waiting

the camp, down a dirt road where 200+ people had been waiting for up to 4 hours for our disto that was to start at 11:00 am.  We pulled out at 8:00pm, the light from the full moon helping us those last hours in all 220+ people received critical aid.  Happy

International Women’s Day!

Screams of “close the border” are heard around the world, the little Greek island of Chios has not been spared.

Days before we were leaving for Greece my social media sites were blown up with messages for refugees to “stay indoors”, to avoid public spaces and to NOT go into the city.  The fascists had gathered in Chios, some from the island, others from the mainland.  Their message of hate in the form of blockades on the 2 roads leading to the camp.  Threatening to do harm to any refugee they saw.

For 2 days food could not be delivered to the 7,000+ people who call Vial Camp home.  In the chaos of the days tensions were high in the camp and on the 3rd evening 28 tents were burned.  People who had hardly anything lost everything.

Not knowing  the situation on the ground we arrived in Greece not knowing what could be done with tensions so high.  Iris House has a dozen or so interpreters who live in Vial and who keep the founder Janne updated daily (or hourly) as needed.  With so many new arrivals and 28 families who had lost everything, Janne decided the best course would be to do a clothing distribution for those who lost all and the new arrivals.

Another NGO who helps the young unaccompanied minors and young men joined our group for the distribution.  We met at the container area where the aid we’d sorted yesterday was loaded into the 3 waiting vans.  In all there were 15 of us. We all gathered in a circle to talk about the plans, jobs were given: line keepers, people to help each individual shop, shoe distribution and people to add clothing when needed from the back stock.  And a plan to stop distribution was also discussed, and Janna would make the call in the moment to leave the aid or load the aid and drive back to the container area.

We arrived to the distribution area on the same dirt road where distributions have been happening.  An easy 5 minute walk along a dirt road from camp.  Spring has sprung in

Chios and the olive groves are spotted with purple, yellow, white and red flowers.  About 50 people patiently were lined up waiting for us to start.

I was in line control (really an excuse to take babies away from weary mothers and hold

them while the mom’s waited their turn).  Emotions were measured as everyone gauged the mood.  There were about 10 of us minding the line- there were the usual people “cutting the line” who were gently but firmly told to go to the back of the line.  Children ran in the fields picking flowers to give to their family members or us line keepers.  The weather was PERFECT!  Big fluffy clouds, a cool breeze and the sight of the beautiful flowers everywhere.  Holding their babies I’d ask the mothers were they were from, if they did not speak a little English a friend in line would translate.  And, if no translator, we would smile and admire the babies.

Someone would hold a place in the line and the others would go sit in the fields of flowers. So beautiful.

Slowly the line snaked down to the area where the clothing could be picked out.  Max, Marin,Sam and Mae were shopper helpers.  To maintain fairness, each person given a number is registered in the computer saying what they got and the date.  On their ticket Janne writes the number of people in the family and the ages of the children if applicable.  Next a “shopper” (Sam, Marin, Max and Mae plus 4-5 interpreters) would take that family/person and they were able to pick out:  1-top, 1-coat, 1-pair pants and 1-pair shoes.  The shoes ran out in an hour and while we’d

packed 3 vans with clothing we left with 1/2 a van full.  In all 157 people received aid in 5 hours.  We loaded the vans, drove to the container area, unloaded the vans and drove 5 minutes to a seaside town Karfas for dinner at a family run restaurant.  There were 14 of us in all.  Our lives started in: America, Norway, Iraq, Afghanistan and Syria but tonight we were friends gathering after a great day of work.

We parted after dinner and went to a local grocery store and loaded 3 grocery carts with diapers and went back to our hotel to pack them into bunches of 15 diapers, tape them and put them in big plastic bags for tomorrows distribution.   At the beginning of this crisis babies were given 10 diapers a week.  “The horror” we said!  But this past 1+ years no diapers are given unless from and NGO (like Carry the Future).

We are doing well, tired.  Last night we got back to the hotel just after midnight.  We’d visited Vial and I’m still digesting what we saw.  Will write about it later.

The kids are doing fantastic, working hard, engaging with the refugees, locals and everyone they meet.  It is a blessing to see their worlds being expanded and exposed to such new realities.  These are good kids and our future will be brighter because of them.

We met Janne and her team at the container area to start getting ready for tomorrow’s distribution.For the next 7 hours we prepared the distributions for the 35 families who lost their tents a few days ago and to new arrivals. The kids did great- worked hard, problem solved while I worked mostly on organizing the container that has the hygiene items. Made a couple trips to the camp at the end of the day bring the interpreters back. Two years ago 1500 people in a space built for 1100 looked horrible. Today 8,000+. Unimaginable.

We met for dinner with a long term volunteer Ruhi who’s a major rock star in aid work. Her NGO focuses on the young men who are so violently thrust into adulthood when they are purposed with going to the EU to find a better life-

It started out that just Mae and I would go to Chios for her Spring Break……but in the last month it morphed into a trip with Max and 2 of his buddies added.  Listen people, airfares are CHEAP right now.  I know, there is a virus pandemic …..but that was not going to stop us!

We all started in Phoenix, some of us went by way of JFK in NYC, others Minneapolis….all in all we left Phoenix within 10 minutes of each other and arrived in Athens 25 hours later within 10 minutes of each other!  Truly amazing!

Mae and I had a 6-1/2 hour lay over in Amsterdam and Mae had never been so of course got tickets to the Anne Frank House (can only be purchased online, sold 2 months in advance and you have to choose a time).  I’d been 36 years ago but was excited to see it through Mae’s eyes.

We arrived in Amsterdam at 6am so we stored our roller bags at the airport and headed by train to the city center.  It was a short 15 minuted ride- 3 stops away.  The morning light was just just peeking over the clouds when we left the train station to start the 20 minute walk to the museum.  The morning was cool and the light perfect.  Flowers bloomed like confetti in a parade in planters lining the streets.

The city was quiet, work trucks plied the small lanes loaded with linens and produce.  We found a hotel with an open tea room and stopped to get a bite to eat.  We could see the light creeping into the park just outside our table window.

We started walking towards the museum along with throngs of parents biking their children to school.  The most amazing bikes and configurations of bikes + kids.

We were part of the 1st time to get into the house.  We were given audio packs to hear bits and pieces of the time and place that had Anne trapped in the house those years – we went from room to room, up crazy steep steps to the spaces Anne and her family and occupied.  The mood was heavy and the stories told and videos shown were gut wrenching.

We back tracked our way to the airport – this time adding a tram ride to the train ride.  Gathering our bags we made our way back into the airport and met up with Marin who’d flown in from NYC.  Max and Sam flew from NYC to Zurich.  It was an easy 2 hour 40 minute flight to Athens.

Soon we were all in the baggage area in Athens, collection the aid we’d checked in at Phoenix and making our way to our flight from Athens to Chios.  It was a quick 30 minute flight from Athens to Chios.  The sun was setting and the sea was shimmering in the waning light.

We checked into the hotel in town i’d stayed at a couple of my trips to Chios.  A block off the main port area it is a small 7 room, “2 Star” hotel.  Hasib who’d i’d met 2 years ago on my first visit to Chios met us at the airport, drove with us to the hotel and we ate dinner with him.   At 21 he is a bit older then Max, Sam and Marin who are 20 but in many ways they are very similar but in most oceans apart.

Hasib left Afghanistan when he was 14 when his mother told him to leave Afghanistan because it was not safe for him.  So he walked to Greece.  Stopping and working along the way.  It took him over a year.  Today he has his Greek citizenship but it was hard won.  Yet he still is quick to smile and always willing to lend a helping hand.  Mae and I went up to the room and the guys walked Hasib home about 15 minutes from our hotel.

Tensions are high on the island – more so now as the last provence in Syria is falling and upwards of 800,000 people are fleeing Syria for Turkey.  Last week Turkey said they would open their borders which means that Greece and the 4 islands the refugees land on have seen a steady increase of boat landings.  The locals are tired, Greece is tired, the refugees are tired.