Asylum seeker Ter Dennen Centre

Hello, I’m Fanny and I’m 28 years old. I did a volunteering  for two weeks last august in this refugee centre, organizing activities for children from the families we lived with. When I was on the way I thought it would be difficult, and more when it is the first time you do something like…

No Border Fest

When my dear friend and colleague Sylvi told me about her plans for the holidays I was impressed by how different they were to those of other people I know. They included volunteering at an international level to promote freedom of movement for all and integration on a local level through the organization of No…

“Balkan Steps” – Silvia story

“Today we can finally breathe!”, I thought, maybe too naively, this morning. The heat, until yesterday nearly unbearable, has decreased considerably, gifting us with a bit of relief. Problems, however, as I too soon discovered, have not stopped yet: the burning sun has been replaced by heavy rain and, with it, a good measure of…

Almut’s letter from a refugee camp in Greece

Hello everybody, I hope you are all well in spite of these cold and dark days. Only one ” T ” free day to go! I wonder are there any protests happening around you. A word of warning: This is going to be a rather long letter as I have been now a week in…

Workcamp in Kurdistan with refugees

Every morning we wake up in the Guest House. Roj bash! Our Kurdish partners have prepared the breakfast and we get together at the table while having a chat, laughing, about our linguistic differences. Heval, partner in Kurdish. In Diyarbakir they are always willing to offer and share some tea with you. It is the…

#IStandWithRefugees

Greece, September- December 2016 My time in Greece began at City Plaza, a squat hotel in downtown Athens that was occupied by four hundred refugees, as well as Greek and International solidarity. This project was unique in how it functioned. It was more than just accommodation. Residents – both refugees and solidaritarians alike contributed to…

Games in the Shatila maze: voices from the camp [Part II]

Here there are The weapons that I like: the gun that just makes pum (Or bang, if you read some cartoon) but no holes … the cannon that shoots without even shaking the coffee table … the little air gun that sometimes by mistake  hits the target but it would not hurt neither a fly…

Shatila Beach, Lebanon: voices from the camp [Parte I]

Shatila Beach, it is 3 p.m., the sun is at its zenith. You can hear the sound of the water, but it is not the sea. A young man looks at us puzzled as he tries to fill a plastic tank on the roof of his house with a large pitcher. There is no sand…

Building Bridges: KVT Volunteer Weekend

KVT, the Finnish branch of the SCI, organized their annual volunteer weekend this year with a Building Bridges theme: Middle East and migration. The weekend was funded by the Refugee Fund of the SCI which is available for all the SCI branches to apply. Altogether, 52 excited volunteers were present including camp leaders, short and…

Sabra and Shatila, a massacre to remember: voices from the camp

Flyering. How often this verb recurs in the life of a young person. The thought immediately goes to the clear days of hot summer weather, when your face is exposed to the constant sun, and you walk around in the suburbs during the most unworkable hours, in order to seek out some money to cover…

Volunteering experience in the asylum-seeker centre

Definition An asylum-seeker, though similar with refugee, is technically a person that has asked to be legally recognized as a refugee and is not yet granted the same legal protection and material assistance as a refugee. Introduction My name is Carmen Chong from Service Civil International Malaysia. I am currently under an EVS programme (European…

Corner of the earth with greatest memories – Friedland

Recently I remembered going to a training course on writing grassroot projects that was happening in Belgrade. June 2015, about 40 degrees outside and me with a huge bag on my back, going from the train station in Belgrade to a nearby street, called Resavska. And then I look to the right. Sea of people…