Problem, my friend

Humanitarian catastrophes are unfolding the world, resulting in widespread casualties and massive forced displacements. Figures from the Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) show that 65.3 million people worldwide, have been forced to flee their homes to escape conflicts.

Most of these people, have had to deal with inhuman and cruel experiences, that have put in danger their lives and completely damaged their mental environment. In an attempt to survive some have seek refuge in European cities, facing marginalisation and struggles because of the lack of infrastructure and resources to provide them basic services and dignifying living standards.

One of this places is Filippiada Refugee camp, located in the east side of Greece, opened in March 2016, as one of the many sites that the Greek government has established to receive all those individuals and families who have taken their chances aboard unseaworthy boats in a desperate bid to reach Europe, and escape war and poverty.

Entering Filippiada is like being transported to a new community where uncertainty, anxiety and boringness prevail and in which people are constantly colliding because of fundamental cultural differences.

There are people from Afghanistan, Syria, Iraq, Palestine, Egypt and volunteers from all around the world. People speak Farsi, Kurdish, Arabic, English and Spanish; the atmosphere is mainly calm and quiet, but something makes you feel confused and realise that there is something wrong.

There is nothing wrong with the place physically, people have been given tents, beds and mats by the UNHCR, so they can all sleep warm and tidy. People are given food twice a day by the Greek Air Force, and receive constantly food, clothes and other donations from the international organisations that are distributing the donations that the international community is sending.

So what is wrong? Why does it feel wrong to be in this place?

Imaging yourself immerse in a space where you are not allowed to do anything. Imagine being in a place where you have to deal with the everyday extreme weather conditions, and in which you have to que to get food or water.

Try to place yourself in a space where sanitary facilities and healthcare services are limited and where you have to share mostly everything with other 500 people.

It is hard to picture that place, but hundreds of places like this exist all around the world, and filippiada is one of them. It is like a jail, in which innocent people is trapped, and in which children are free, but, in the way that they are alone.

We are entering into the end of a world where these children represent the symbol of the formation of a new semiotic space. But, only until we are capable to understand destruction as the end of an era, can we then imagine different futures and start the construction of new times.

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