12/05/2015,22:03. The night has fallen, five people move ahead as scouts and the rest follow. They head for the borders. Some tell me farewell and all of them walk in tandem as they are enveloped in the darkness. I had met this small group of Syrian refugees a few hours earlier along the provincial road from Polykastro to Idomeni.
03/09/2015,18:38. At the port of Mytilini the refugees are piled up one upon another, waiting to be registered. The temperature rises as high as 35 degrees Celsius in the afternoon hours, there is a diffused odour of urine while shouts, crying and screams can be heard. The coast guard and police supervise the proceedings; they often give priority to the Syrians hence creating a social automaticity that causes tensions between the different nationalities which coexist at the place.
07/10/2015,16:26. Today afternoon in the cemetery of Mytilini I come across an open grave. A young Iraqi who had drowned in August, has been found by his own folks and will be taken back home, he left alive and will return dead. A girl from Syria who drowned a few days earlier near the shores of Lesvos is to be buried in his place.
10/03/2016,14:25. Idomeni is gradually turned into the largest refugee camp in Europe. Every day, thousands of people are crowding the queues of the soup kitchens. “The food is so little, hardly enough, we are hungry”, are the only words that resonate with me after having talked to a young Syrian woman in the afternoon.
12/03/2016,19:17. Saiwa, Rajaa, Siba and Hima, travelled from Syria and are found in Idomeni. They have been stranded for the past 10 days in improvised lodgings, set in an old warehouse next to the train station. They keep asking me anxiously if they will ever manage to leave from Greece and I don’t know what to reply.
14/03/2016,14:42. This morning a large group of refugees is moving along the borderline. I follow them, leaving Idomeni behind. They will attempt to circumvent the barrier that is the fence the FYROM authorities have erected. After several kilometres they reach Malareka, a small but raging river where three refugees had drowned the night before. They attempt to cross this last natural barrier, holding hands, in order to get on with their journey.
28/04/2016,16:43.Jessy, a18 year-old girl from Aleppo, explains to me freely why she abandoned her country .She shows me a photo in her mobile, where we can see a dead young man killed by a bomb explosion. He was killed in a district near to Jessy ’ s house .She had been trying to leave Syria since 2013, but only some months ago did she escape from Aleppo with their mother and sister. Their bad economic situation prevented them from leaving Syria earlier. Finally they did so at 15/11/2015.The arrived in Lebanon. Then they traveled by plane to Turkey, where they met their father .He had been working there for a year. They went to the coast of Izmir and then they traveled by boat during the night to Chios. They paid to the traffickers 700 Euro a person. They continued their trip to Piraeus. Then they arrived at Idomeni. The border had been closed, so they decided to return to Piraeus. Since one month, they have been leaving in an apartment offered by the Armenian Church in Athens.