Dry, air-packed, Nutella-stuffed croissants – for those in Moria camp, this is breakfast. A piece of fruit as well – oranges, usually, at least while I was there. Some of the people in the camp have been there three to four weeks. Oh, and kids under 12 have to have hot milk or nothing to drink for breakfast. Adults have to have juice or nothing to drink for breakfast. In the camp, choice is almost non-existent and micromanagement begins at breakfast.
I think people can better weather their hardships when they can retain their sense of dignity through the ability to make choices, no matter how small. This helps them feel that they have some modicum of control in their otherwise chaotic lives. The men, women, and children in the camp have almost no choice about anything in their current situation, except that they can “choose” deportation back to Turkey, which means incredible danger and fear for many. What kind of a choice is that?
So. Sophie’s choice appears to be (1) the camp, with its police, military, and yards of barbed-wire or (2) a country that appears to be using the refugee crisis as a bargaining chip for money and political power.
I think I’ll have that pear now.
Note: The refugees in the camp have access to clean water 24 hours a day. All the organizations involved in the camp are doing the very best they can in a terribly confusing and tense situation.