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Stories from PIKPA – a small booklet in Greek

Bildschirmfoto vom 2016-02-19 16-53-41

The stories of the migrants who crossed the border and arrived in Mytilini and the stories of people from Mytilini who were involved in the self-organised and open space of reception in former PIKPA.
Life stories so different that they cross and get interwoven for a few days and then separate again, bring together spaces and practices of co-existence and solidarity while challenging the borders of “Fortress Europe”.

p.s. soon to be published also in English

Οι ιστορίες των μεταναστών που διέσχισαν τα σύνορα και έφτασαν στη Μυτιλήνη, οι αφηγήσεις των μυτιλινιών που ενεπλάκησαν στη δημιουργία του αυτοοργανωμένου και ανοιχτού χώρου φιλοξενίας στις εγκαταστάσεις του πρώην ΠΙΚΠΑ.
Διαδρομές ζωής τόσο διαφορετικές που διασταυρώνονται, διαπλέκονται για λίγες μέρες και μετά χωρίζουν ξανά, υφαίνοντας χώρους και πρακτικές συνύπαρξης και αλληλεγγύης, αμφισβητώντας τα σύνορα της “Ευρώπης Φρούριο”.

Stories from PIKA (in Greek)

In the “village of all together” waiting for the police….

By Anthi Pazianou / published in “Efimerida ton Sindakton”

Crossing Borders

Since last August 1,200 refugees have been arrested in Lesvos for illegal entry into Greece. This was brought about by the draconian measures on the border between Evros – Northern Greece and Turkey. In the name of ‘Fortress Europe’, refugees, mainly from Afghanistan and Syria, were forced to turn back and ultimately choose a more hazardous entry into Greece by sea.
On the 14th December 2012, 29 refugees didn’t reach their destination. According to the testimony of the only survivor, the boat in which they were travelling suddenly turned upside down. 21 corpses were recovered over the next 2 days while the rest, including children, are still unaccounted for.
Continue reading In the “village of all together” waiting for the police….

A letter to the world / PIKPA 2012

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERATo the world:
I saw lots of sorrows,
that even the world is telling me: hey stop!
I am full enough
I can not see the sorrow in your face anymore.

My face might look younger,
but i am not young anymore.
I am old.

Found in PIKPA on a tree on Friday 21st of December 2012 when the last remaining refugees had been transferred to the police station.