Thursday, 22 April 2010

Thursday, 25 February 2010

Saturday, 21 November 2009

Problem solved ??????














Now they are free , Pagani is "closed” and most prisoners were released and sent either to another centre on the neighbouring island of Chios or to Athens.

Thursday, 29 October 2009

Afghans wait on beach next to Patra town












It is a cold winter day and they have nothing else to do because they are immigrants with no rights, papers, home, life. They are just warming themselves with the winter sun, watching the ferries pass by, dreaming about the promised land across the sea and hoping that this night will be the lucky one when they manage to hide in a truck and slip past police control.

Seil Ahmad Mossami's picture of life in the Patra camp











He is just a fourteen-year-old boy who has left his home -- parents, brothers and sisters -- in some village in Afghanistan. Because he is speaks only his native language, this is how he described his journey from his village in Afghanistan to Patra.

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

They are white
















A violent day in Athens: they hate immigrants and they hate Muslims and they hate people of other colors and they hate strangers. They are white and aggressive and organized and people are afraid of them. They are neo-Nazis.

Ahmed












Ahmed in the Athens courthouse. Most of window are broken and there is no electricity and no running water and no toilets. More than 500 people are living here and it smells really bad. He is going to his room, on a higher floor where the smell is less bad and there are fewer rats he feels safer. He just wants decent life and job.

Morning on Petrou Ralli street









Early morning on Petrou Ralli street, Athens, and there are thousands of them, waiting all night. They know their chance of being allowed to apply for a refugee permit -- a red card -- are small, but many of them are coming here every Friday evening, spending the night out in the open even if is it cold, or there is rain or wind. Sometimes they come for months and they know there is almost no chance to get their papers, but hope dies last.

Morning in Patra




Morning in a southern suburb of Patra. It's winter and it is cold and he has no soap or towel to dry himself and no place to stay. Even though he is sleeping on beach, with rats and no health insurance, he is taking care of his health. His clothes are clean and in order and he has dignity