Now, should come the numbers, statistics, wise and deep thoughts, now and here I must have prepared the ground for this whole new journey, instead I am here, sitting on the floor of a shabby building’s cellar in Istanbul’s Sulejmanije district surrounded by at least ten Syrian Kurds, those who are…
From Kanjiza a footpath lead out of the town. It goes along the river in the forest. A pleasant easy one kilometer walk under the trees. From the end of the path the highway junction is only another kilometer and half. ANd there comes the last long walk along a straight and very good quality road to…
Belgrade is a stopover. Chaos and disorder. The parks around the bus station have been taken over by refugees. Across the bus station and a housing block away is where they are. Waiting. The tickets to the northern cities of Vojvodina are sold for days in advance. Signs in arabic language…
Belgrád csak egy megálló. Kaotikus és rendezetlen. Csak egy megálló. A buszpályaudvar környéki parkokat átvették a menekültek. Szemben a pályaudvarral és egy háztömbbel arrébb két parkban is arra várnak, hogyan indulhatnak tovább. A Vajdaság északi városaiba tartó buszokra napokra előre eladták az…
(Absurd drama, act 2, scene one. At the Macedonian-Serbian border, five hundred meters from the border, next to a forest.)
Everything went so fine. After a short stopover in Komanovo the driver dropped me just outside of Tabanovce at a deserted roundabout next to main motorway. The border was…
-We are not animals, - Aden who sat next to me on the bus which was heading to Skopje form Gevgelija started a conversation with this strong statement. But this was just the summary of a day which was more like a surreal drama. Because this all is a big lie.
In Idomeni, the small Greek village…
We were sitting in the dust about an hour. I have joined a group of twenty thirty people. Actually the group or more excatly Abdulrahman from Homs have choosen me. A twentyfive year old Syrian who worked for a hospital as IT technician, beside that he studied as well. Now he is heading to Norway.…
It was just casually left next tothe main road which runs along the greek macedonian border. I was bit a scared to look inside. It was a baby buggy. Empty. Only a nicely packed sleeping bag was hanging on it. I was three clicks form Idomeni, the greek village which became the northern epicenter of…
Itˋs less then 24 hours. I am fighting with my demons like the chief editor of the 444.hu with the Windows 1O. The certainties are missing. The plan is ready, but the places of the details are blinking white. I have tried to imagine the simplest daily routine. Like a morning coffee. No. I donˋt…
Six days ago, when we crossed the border at Evzoni heading to the south, after ten clicks we spotted the first group. The lead man's face was swollen, he limbed strangely. Ten of them followed him. Mainly men. Few women and a kid. The other group took a break in the shade of the levanders. They…