Thank you to absolutely everyone who saw our call to action and helped however you could, whether it was a monetary donation or simply helping to spread the word...Today I received this very very happy update from the members of Allied Aid.
You guys, I love you all. As I said on TheFaceBook: I am SO PROUD of you amazing and wonderful people; who dove into this head on...and triumphed hardcore.
Hassan helps me fit my friend Krystal's beloved carrier onto a refugee mama & her super spunky little baby Photo credit: Keli Hiatt Anderson
Look for the helpers, yes, but the helpers are not always people coming in from the outside.
Hassan was living in a tent at the port while we were there...He is a Yazidi man traveling with a group including his sister, who unfortunately, learned during our stay that she had lost 95% of her sight, and the only chance of saving her from complete vision loss was an operation that she'll never be able to get as a refugee...their whole family is incredibly kind and strong, from what I can tell. Hassan, though, was more or less willingly adopted by our group and was indispensable in his role as our translator, since he speaks fluent English, Arabic, and Kurdish. He is also just a genuinely nice guy, and fun to be around...He was game for pretty much anything we threw at him. In addition to just walking around helping us to translate, he was out there helping us to fit carriers, helping us with heavy lifting, walking from gate to gate to gate with us...he even came with us to the Elliniko warehouse and worked all day sorting aid.
Hassan and Lily being their cute selves while walking between gates at the port
Can we just take a moment to let that sink in? This man who is living with his legally blind sister in a tent outside of a warehouse building in a busy port, stuck in transit with no idea what was going to become of any of them, in a time when they had little food, next to no resources, and most people didn't have enough warm clothes...to go from that situation to walk into Elliniko and see miles and miles of aid stacked up and boxed in this abandoned stadium, just sitting there...how hard that must be, to see the aid so many of his fellow travelers desperately needed sitting in a warehouse, sorted, ready to go, and yet untouched? But, Hassan is a helper. and a doer. And he didn't say one word about it but he rolled up his sleeves and dug in. He sorted and stacked and worked right along side of all the volunteers, and at the end of the day, he want back home, to his tent on the road at the port.
a testament to how fast we were trying to work here, but notice the blue blur at the top left? That's our guy, makin' it work. Photo credit: Cristal Munoz Logothetis
Hassan is a hero in my book.
Much love and good wishes for you and your family, Hassan...and of course, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Holed up for most of this week nurturing my sick kiddos as best as I can, I am overwhelmed with how unbelievably lucky I am to have the simple luxury of caring for my babies in a safe, warm, dry, spacious environment...for metal bowls to collect their vomit, which can be easily flushed away...for the blankets and fireplace and cozy places to keep them comfortable as the fight within their bodies rage; for the washing machine that lets me quickly and easily decontaminate our linens; for the fresh clean water I can give them to drink at will and use to clean the filth away from them; for the physical space we have to keep one child's illness from directly infecting the others...
Watching your children suffer through a stomach bug is never ever fun or easy, but this time around, I am a little more grateful...if they have to suffer from this illness, I am so glad that they are safe within our cluttered up middle class rented home full of family and food and comfort...
Tent city at gate E2 at the Port. Photo credit Keli Hiatt Anderson
Can you imagine what it must be like for the families in the camps? In the port? How horrible and hard would it be to have a little one fall ill while your whole family was living in a too small tent, your few belongings mixed up with the meager supply of blankets kept for warmth. No emesis basins, no quick clean of soiled linens...no easy access to a bathroom to east the intestinal disquiet...no soft comfort to ease the burden even a tiny bit.
Can you imagine? Can you believe that there are thousands of people out there, right now, dealing with this level of squalor?
It boggles the mind.
Photo I took of a tent at Idomeni refugee camp at the Macedonian border.
And reminds me to be epically grateful.
And to kiss my sweethearts and keep them close and to count my many many blessings at every chance I get.
It isn't something I think I will ever be able to take for granted.
Much love
In solidarity,
Kat
My thankfully not-sick kiddos. I am so unspeakably lucky, and can't ever take that for granted.
I am delighted to welcome my friend and fellow teammate Keli Hiatt Anderson to the blog. Keli is a phenomenal photographer who managed to snag some stunning photographs between carrier fittings and other aid duties. Keli was hit hard by the conditions we were faced with and shattered by the uncanny similarity between these children and her own four babies safely at home in Utah. I am honored to be re-sharing her original blog post here in its full unaltered form with permission from
keliandersonphotography.com
Many of you know I recently returned from a trip to Greece. I was there with a group called Carry the Future (carrythefuture.org) and we worked at the port in Piraeus, Greece outfitting refugee families with soft-structured baby carriers. The goal is to make sure baby is safe, warm and close to mom or dad during their long journey to asylum. It also frees up their hands to carry their belongings or hold the hand of another child on the journey. When we arrived, we were prepared to meet ferries full of refugees from Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan. But with the recent EU-Turkey agreement, and many borders closed, fewer refugees were coming off ferries. So they were forced into makeshift camps at terminals at gates E1, E 1.5 or E2. So that’s where we met them. We wandered the camps looking for parents to outfit with baby carriers. We knew that even though they weren’t moving anywhere at the moment, that (hopefully) they would be moving soon.
We arrived in Athens in the afternoon. We had hundreds of pounds of baby carriers that we had checked and were having quite the time getting them from baggage claim to where our van would eventually meet us. We (my awesome teammates Kate Ruck, Kat Stroot and Sarah Gostenik) squished into the van (that had wifi!) and made our way to Piraeus. I should probably mention that we almost didn’t make our flight to Zurich because of all those pounds of baby carriers, but that’s a story for another day! So, we made it to the Piraeus Dream and met up with Cristal Logothetis, Carry the Future founder, Ann Cummings and Lily Kimbel. We rested for a bit, then went downstairs to acquaint ourselves with all of the baby carriers so we would know how to fit them.
So we were ready to meet our first ferry. I personally had some major butterflies. I had never worked with a few of the carriers and was having some major anxiety about it. But you learn by doing and so we set out to Gate E7. We met up with Rita Continakis (Carry the Future force in Greece) and her team and readied ourselves. The ferry arrived but no refugees came out. We found out that refugees on the ship had to stay the night. So Rita talked our way onto the ferry. We met several families and fitted them. A dad asked me if I knew where a doctor was. His baby had a fever and he was very concerned. I told him I didn’t know. That was one of the hardest things for me while I served my time there. Not being able to help in that way. Not having all the information. Not being a doctor, gosh darn it! I wanted to help them with so many things! But I could only do what I was there for. Fit carriers, hand out gloves and socks, and give hugs. So I did.
[Athens Team 6 with Rita’s Team]
The next morning we were ready. We prepared ourselves to meet a few more ferries at the port. No carriers to fit so we wandered around E2 and found some awesome families. (For some reason I remember this first day really well. All the other days seemed to blend together.)
This was the first carrier I fit on my own. This sweet momma wanted us to fit her a little higher since she’s pregnant. She has 4 sweet little girls. One of the daughters was barefoot so I gave her some socks. After I fit the momma, I noticed she, too, was barefoot.
More first (full) day photos…
I wanted to make sure that I was able to give out the carrier that I brought along and wore with Ella. We were walking back to our hotel and we met a family and asked if they wanted a carrier. Mom said yes and so I fitted her with Ella’s. I told her that I wore it with my baby (using all sorts of sign language since we don’t speak the same language) and she smiled. I think she understood. I’m so glad it will help her carry her sweet boy. I hope she loves it and it helps on her journey.
The rest of the days… (Seriously, I couldn’t tell you which day was which. I do know that we started out one of the days with this awesome pic below…)
[From left to right: Kate Ruck, Kat Stroot, Sarah Gostenik, Cristal Logothetis, Ann Cummings, Me, Lily Kimbel]
These sweet kids at E1. They have my heart. We showed up and they immediately wanted to play and hug. I was amazed at how much they are like my own children. I imagine they have similar hopes and dreams. They were happy and beautiful little people. Whenever we came, they never wanted us to leave. So we sang songs with them and played games with them. We taught them words, and they taught us words. They tried to feed us (half-eaten) food. They have big hearts. My heart hopes they can find their way to a home where they can not only have a good life, but shoot for their dreams. They deserve it. Just like my kids do.
More port photos…
The days were long, yet short. We worked a lot! None of us got very much sleep. We spent our days either at the port distributing carriers, helping in the Emergency Supply Room at E2, or at the warehouse at Elliniko helping there. At the warehouse we met Fadi who is an amazing individual. He pretty much runs the warehouse. The warehouse is actually an abandoned venue from the Olympics and it’s full of donations from around the world. Fadi and his team organize everything and then he fills up his eight-person van and takes it to the port for distribution. He is unemployed and essentially works full time as a volunteer. He rents his van for 800 Euro a month. Some of my awesome teammates are sponsoring a campaign to buy Fadi a van. If you’d like to help Fadi get his van, click here.
There is so much more. I have over a thousand photos. This is just a drop in the bucket. But I wanted to share a little bit of my experience. I have so many stories, but this will have to do for now.
Some final thoughts…
I am home but I’m having a hard time adjusting. The jetlag was brutal but it’s not really that. Things are a little surreal. I’m having a hard time getting back into life, the daily grind. I feel like I left a little bit of my heart in Greece, with those sweet families. I hope the politics changes soon. That borders are opened and these families I met (that I wanted to take home with me!) are able to find a permanent place to call home. I pray for them. That things will change and they can make it to Northern Europe and create wonderful lives for themselves.
- See more at: http://keliandersonphotography.com/my-heart-belongs-to-greece/#sthash.5sKWT7wA.dpuf
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