Sometimes I leave Athens with the feeling of not having achieved most I had intended to, it is often only once I start doing the accounts or writing some updates, that I can judge myself objectively.
Just one month ago I asked for your support to help move H from a flimsy tent on the outside of a refugee camp one hour outside Athens, into the city. H had stood out to me from the other few hundred people stranded there due to his motivation. Not least as he was regularly travelling to Athens attending Greek language school, amongst other things.
About a three hour drive south of Athens in Greece, lies Patras Port - one of Europe’s remote dark corners for refugees. Disused factories complete with broken glass, crumbling ceilings, no electricity, water or other facilities. Life as a refugee in Patras is tough.
Rando got back from his monthly trip this morning…