Looking back at my 6 months journey in Australia and Europe, there is no doubt to say that my experience working with the refugees forced me to have a big reality check of my own life and who I am.
During my time in Lesvos, Greece I met so many beautiful people, everywhere. From our first day in Moria camp (where the refugees get registered), we were welcomed with big smiles by two men who has decided to volunteered here to help this refugees out and during our stay in Mytilini we fell in love with the locals who only showed us love.
There was beauty everywhere.
After been working several of shifts in Moria camp, loving and serving the refugees, it hit me when I started to think how I was using some of my words. "Over here is where THEY sleep", "Here is where THEY can wait" "Have THE REFUGEES got some clothes". Their identity was given to this words, to this specific definition. It made me realise that I been viewing these beautiful people, these often misunderstood people, as a "they" and defining them as "refugees".
As if I somehow rank myself higher of value.
Every single refugee have their own story to tell. Every child have been forced to leave their childhood, mothers who only speak exhaustion with their eyes and fathers who fights to find security for his family and who strongly need to stand with optimistic hope. There is no words that do my emotions justice when thinking about what all of them have to go through.
Being back home and thinking about this group of people, who has been largely misunderstood by us in the west and from media, this people is in desperate need of a voice to share why and what their reality has become. For five years ago, this people lived much the same life we do, who had careers, homes, bank accounts, hobbies and plans for the weekend. People with dreams for their future and desires for their children.
It's so easy to separate myself from what is actually going on out there.
We are all human, we all have fears in our life, insecurities, pride, happiness, loneliness....we are all the same with feelings, dreams and desires. And we all longing to find our place to belong, to feel home and to be loved.
We all have a beating heart!
There is not a difference from "they" and "we".
So what my experience in a refugee camp has taught me:
Let's start caring about other peoples need as much as I expect others to care about my own.
Let's stop have our eyes closed!