“A new arrival is sitting in a tent in a crowded leaning hill since that was the only place left. “I mean, we didn’t expect to enter to a palace, with people welcoming us with waving hands. We know it was going to be bad. Just not, this bad.” His brother has a tattoo saying “Life goes on.” I ask him about it. He answers: “In all the misery, I realised, life goes on. In double sense. My life will go on until I die, but life will always go on, even without me.” His father says: “It is Easter tomorrow! I want to go to church!” But they are stuck in an unprotected prison.
I can only hope they find the holes in the fences soon enough…”
Text en photo: Ronja de Boer