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Letters to the world from Ritsona(N.23)
Give me back my microphone!! Our voice must be heard When I received the video from one of the inhabitants of the Schisto Camp, which presented the suicide of one person there, I decided to not let this “murder” be kept away from the public eye, as so many tragedies had been kept before. I … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona(N.23) Continue reading
Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.18)
”Would you stay silent?” If you would be one of us, here in Ritsona camp, far from the town, isolated, without access to any decent services that would cater to your basic needs, would you remain silent? Would you stay silent if your children wasted away, idle, with no schooling or learning? If you were … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.18) Continue reading
Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.15)
”Here is the world of moving statues. Here is the world of ghosts” Yes, everyone is alive, but without a soul, without a purpose, without the energy of inspiration and desire that animates all life. Their only wish is to cross Greece’s frontier and reach another European country. There is no light of hope here, … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.15) → Continue reading
Letters to the wrold from Ritsona (No.14)
”Will we be reunited?” Marriage is not only a traditional cultural ceremony. It is also an official proof that the two people who got married and their children constitute a unified family which should not be broken. Differences in nationality, religion, race between wives and husbands should never justify the splitting of a family. Moreover, … Continue reading Letters to the wrold from Ritsona (No.14) → Continue reading
Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.13)
60 years resistant I had a simple life before I was forced to become a refugee. Mine was a small family with sweet dreams for the future. It was a united and loving family, caring and soothing each other with words, with affection, with smiles, with encouragement.These, not medicines, were the cures for our wounds, … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.13) → Continue reading
Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.12)
“In a world of war”, where can we find safety? We escaped from far away lands, lands of war, violence and misery. We came here so that our children would not have to see the violence we had witnessed. We passed the borders of life and death in search of safety and shelter. We put … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.12) → Continue reading
Letter to the world from Ritsona (No.11)
“Born with a hole in the heart” (Struggles of a baby (Rahela ) who was born with a hole in the heart and braveness of a mother in the refugee camps ) I am Rahela Eimagh and I am six months old. From the moment my heart started beating in my mother’s womb, in Moria, … Continue reading Letter to the world from Ritsona (No.11) → Continue reading