In Sid Serbia, exhaustion is visible everywhere. It’s in the darkened eyes of a mother carrying her sleeping baby off an overloaded bus. It’s in the tantrums of exhausted, frightened children being dragged by equally exhausted parents to wait in line for the next train north. It’s in the sagging shoulders of a man carrying his only belongings in a worn garbage bag.
"Our future rests in these hands" - one elder said to me After a days journey by train through Serbia our families have arrived at the border to Croatia and await the next train to take them one step closer and one country closer to a new home.
The makeshift refugee camp on the shores of Samos would provide a home and safety for many children and families. Giving them time to rest and prepare for the long land journey ahead west through Macedonia, Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia, and then finally Germany.
After a harrowing journey through the night our man poses in the mornings first light on the island of Samos. It was just after 6 am when the first raft was spotted, a bobbing dot visible through the predawn gloom only by the florescent reflections of life jackets. The sun still had about an hour to rise and the waters that divide western Turkey from the Greek island of Samos were ink-black and calm.
"The next generation is all we have now, I will risk everything to see my child grow up in a safe place”
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