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Meet Caia & Claire at Project Play

Meet Caia & Claire at Project Play

We were just really overwhelmed that there wasn’t a service specifically supporting children. You’d ask “this child has this injury, where did they get it from?”, and, although the Women’s Centre did an amazing job trying to support them, when you’re trying to support 200 people in families, it’s just too much. So we basically thought, we’ve got to start something.

Meeting Chrissie & Gerard of SOS Chai

Meeting Chrissie & Gerard of SOS Chai

I had the pleasure of meeting the very wonderful Chrissie and Gerard of SOS Chai who are busy in the Caen/Ouistreham area of northern France. Here they’re working with locals and international volunteers to bring good food, a warm welcome, respect and a lot of care and compassion to the few hundred mostly African kids surviving homeless in the area as unsupported asylum seekers. 

Crossing the Channel

Crossing the Channel

The recent Channel boat crossings have created a media storm and, while this may have been an opportunity to emphasise the deep rooted issues in hostile European immigration policies and increasingly violent and impenetrable borders, the perspective of those most entrapped by the lack of legal routes has been omitted. These are a few snippets of conversations we’ve had with displaced families living in both Calais and Dunkirk, who have resorted to these desperate measures.

Climate is changing - Caen, France

Climate is changing - Caen, France

The mood shifts of the boys are very real as the warmer weather disappears and the colder weather moves in. It’s harder to find time to really chat and find out what life is like as they are so cold and so hungry, but I also have found myself thinking that very real fears of how they will cope with sickness and surviving the cold and sleeping in ditches are more tangible. 

Sleeping with nothing - Paris, France

Sleeping with nothing - Paris, France

The father with a young teenage son and daughter were sharing a thin curtain as a blanket. The father was sat sleeping with his head on his knees and his children were huddled close to him. I took some blankets and went to them. I thought of my own son, soon to be 8, safe, warm.

Alex was here - Paris, France

Alex was here - Paris, France

Three nights ago Alex had his birthday in a secret, tucked-away corner of a Parisian city park. 

He is young in his round face. Has an easy sticky-out-toothy smile that reaches his soft eyes. He has one of those silly annoying hairstyles that is half flicky emo fringe and half super stylish. He's kinda goofy, charming and desperately talkative. His English is perfect but with unmistakable Afghan mannerisms.