Category Archives: Greece

Afghan women matter: Art exhibition in Chalkida

October 9, 2021 ronja

ART WORKS made by refugee young women living in the Camp Ritsona, are exhibited in the Town hall of the city of Chalkida.
You can contact Fariba and Fershta Amiri through our Email: lesvos.w2eu[at]yahoo.gr.

. .when it’s about violance i close my eyes and think about injustice to keep a strong painting and sometimes when i’m thinking about past life, my images tell me, to keep alive everything that bother me through paintings.

Fareshta

Although the young people finally are aloud to join the Greek school in Chalkida, there is no bus or other transport for them to get over the 20 kilometers distance between the camp and the city of Chalkida. So they unfortunately, although they have the right to go to school, are obliged to stay in the camp.

I have different plans and dreams about my future, definitely. One of them is to become the best football player, as I am right a player right now. And beside of that to improve my art and continue my lessons

Fariba

Fariba Amiri and Fereshte Amiri will show their Art in the exhibition. Find Faribas Art-Gallery here and Fereshtas Art-Gallery here.
Painting, drawing, writing poems and other creative ways are their expression of their feelings and the comments of their situation.
We wish all of them to be fast part of the Greek society and live among the Greek people or enjoy their freedom of movement.
They should follow their art, that from now on, is traveling around the world not being stopped by any kind of borders or walls.

…my images tell me, to keep alive….

Fareshta

Greece, Media, reception conditions, refugee stories

I have different plans and dreams about my future …

October 9, 2021 ronja

Fariba Amiri is showing her Painting in the Art-Exhibition in Chalkida “Afghan women matter” in Chalkida this weekend.
You can contact Fariba and Fershta Amiri through our Email: lesvos.w2eu[at]yahoo.gr.
Hi, I am Fariba Amiri, 15 years old from Afghanistan living in Greece, Ritsona refugee camp. After spending one and a half year in Greece I am able to go to a school, but the situation about the buses are difficult on all the students in my age. There is no bus for transferring us to school. It is 20 kilometers far from here.
That’s why we haven’t gone to school from when it started untill now. I have started painting 10 months ago and I was doing it mandala art

The painting and drawing give me a calm feelings, my stress goes on doing mandala, and i enjoy during painting about different things.

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families, Greece, Lesbos, Media

Pixi: “The Olive Tree and The Old Woman”

March 22, 2020 ronja

This story is written by Parwana Amiri, a young Afghan woman who has lived with her family in the Olive Grove from the Moria hotspot since September 2019.

When Parwana noticed how unbearable the living conditions were, she supported the people with her language skills and started to publicize the stories they had experienced.
Her “LETTERS TO THE WORLD FROM MORIA” have been published in a blog since September: Infomobile and and on this Blog.

Pixi: The old women and the olive tree

This little book is based on the real story of one of the many people forced into the Olive Grove
Use olive trees to heat or bake. It is an imaginary conversation between an old woman and an olive tree.

It was drawn by Marily Stroux and printed by w2eu / alarmfone.

You can buy this little book for a donation of € 4.00. Write an email: marily@busyshadows.org or get it Hamburg at Kölibri.
Where: at Kölibri, Hein-Köllisch-Platz 11 + 12 · 20359 Hamburg or via marily@busyshadows.org
When: always on OpenFriday from 14-17: 30h

All proceeds go directly to Parwana for the projects in which she participates. The self-organized school WAVES OF HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, founded by ZEKRIA Farzad with 1,200 students of all ages in the Olive Grove, is one of them.

Greece, Hot Spot, refugee stories

Letter to the World from Moria- (No.6)

November 24, 2019 ronja

Author: A migratory girl

I am a volunteer translator

I am the father of two children. I am the husband of a woman full of emotion. And above all, I am a human being. It is only one aspect of my current situation, that I am also a refugee, one among thousands of others.

Every day, I work for hours to help people access services and solve their problems. Every day, exhausted, I run 900m distance to eat lunch in hurry, and quickly come back to continue help more people.

On these days where I am helping, my wife carries all the housekeeping responsibilities alone: She looks after the children, waits in endless lines to get some food for us all, washes clothes, puts some order in our abode. She does all these things with pleasure, so that I can help translate the troubles of the people standing in the sun for hours, in need for someone to communicate on their behalf.

What happens to our children when she needs to go away from our tent and leaves them in our neighbour’s tent? Are they safe? They will not be bothered by someone? They don’t miss us? Such questions torture me during all the day.

Today, I am sorry that my name is father. I am sorry, that I cannot be the good father – as I want, that I cannot be the good husband – as I want. I try to be a good father, and I try to help all the others who suffer the same conditions like us.

This is only an Abstract of the letter.Read the whole letter on infomobile.w2eu.net

Parwana

p.s. Thanks to the father, husband, human being, volunteer translator, who shared his story and happens to be a refugee today!

Mytilini, refugee stories

Letter to the World from Moria- (No.5)

November 22, 2019 ronja

Author: A migratory girl

These eyes bother me!

I am young girl full of energy, power and self-confidence. Everyday there are a lot of voices inside me inviting me to let this energy out. BUT I am in Moria, between thousands of unclean eyes, that are looking to my body and not to my soul. These eyes bother me. I can not play volleyball. I can not even just walk straight down one path. My head should be down. When I am crossing the roads it is difficult like passing the borders for me.

200 metres to the toilets. 400 metres to the food queue. Again 400 metres back. Along this distance there are hundreds of eyes looking to me.

Girl-molesting is common, is daily. Even when they disturb us we are not supposed to answer them. We are not supposed to turn around. We can not say: ‘Don’t follow me! Stop bothering me!’

Continue reading on infomobile.w2eu.net.