2,000 desperate refugees, lots of chain smoking volunteers with exhaustion in their eyes, lots of children playing in the mud.

havent spotted @justinbieber yet though.

one of the guys we met was from iran and really wanted to go to canada, his dream country. he was an atheist and was very secretive about it.

as i carried packs of new sleeping bags to the kurdish controlled distribution point, a mom asked me for one, ‘please!’. as i was instructed, i referred to the distribution point and kept walking. i had heard the kurds, who have been an ethnic minority where they come from for so long, were not distributing to other ethnicities, leaving them literally in the cold.

as i arrived to the makeshift centre, a guy walks out with a brand new sleeping bag, sees one of mine and wants to trade because he likes the colour better. i point at the distribution point guy, and he trades it.

we try to help with garbage pickup, but there is so much left behind in the mud. in between the muddy wet sandals, blankets and tshirts, there is a stuffed animal.

the riot police didn’t allow the car with water bottles in the camp, so we distributed in the parking lot of the neighborhood next door. the guys carried the bottles through the bushes back to their tents.

right across of the street were the nice looking houses of dunkerque.