I planned to write this blogpost since the first day our Syrian friends came to stay in our house but I delayed with all the things we had to do.
Today under the sad fog of the explosions in Belgium I am sitting down to write this.
I am a refugee.
I was born in Constantinople (Istanbul) Turkey, from Greek parents and of Greek origin. My great great grandparents were from Skyros and Chios islands, Greece.
When we arrived in Greece we were called Turks by those who know nothing of History.
We survived. We met good people, good neighbours who opened their homes for us and although we had no relatives in Thessaloniki (all were in Athens) we went forward alone because of good friends.
A five year war with no end is destroying Syria. Asad, anti-Asad and Isis powers kill thousands of people in a war that seems to have no end. Simultaneously the war moves to other countries as terrorists attack U.S.A., France, Turkey, today Belgium......
Suddenly the Greek islands become the recipient of hundreds of boats filled with thousands of refugees fleeing the war. A lot of them drown on the way. The Aegean becomes the wet tomb of hundreds who will be forgotten as names but not as souls. But some others like the Turks who transfer them here get rich.
And now Europe and Turkey playing their games decide to send those people back...back where? No one knows yet.
For a few days we had a Syrian family in our house. Mohamed, Nour and sweet little Hanyn are now our friends. We don't know if what we did was important for others, but I know it was for them and for us. I don't know how they will end up and if we will see them ever again.
I know what we did was a tiny seed in comparison to the enormity of the problem. But if everyone did something small then something big would be accomplished in the end.I wanted to write this blogpost to explain why I feel so close to all those innocent people who are stuck in my country.
It was alife changing experience for me.
And I am so happy that I was into this as strongly as were my husband, my son and my mum. Oh yes and my dog too who adored our friends!
I am sorry some others didn't care much for what we were doing or for those who didn't even like what we were doing. Those I am sorry to say do not belong to my friends' circle anymore.
And wherever you are look around you and give a hand where you are needed.
People become enemies when they are maltreated and rejected. They do not become enemies when they feel they are loved, accepted and supported.