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…