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Calais Day Two
Conspiracy theory: There was never a Jungle
Alternative theory: We all live in a Jungle
(Written on a port-a-loo, Calais Warehouse, anonymous)
Day Two: Surreal Surroundings
Twelve hours of sleep can do the world of good for an individual, a coffee can be the best pick-me-up.
Second day in and without a doubt another successful day. After spending a morning back in the sorting warehouse, we then got the opportunity to learn about the overflow. A strange realization overthrew us when we saw the piles of large clothing that isn't needed, shoved into crates awaiting to be taken. The warehouse prompted a question on where this will all go, to which this reply send a shudder down my spine;
The overflow of donations.
"So a while back, we had this big order for Syria,
we had a plan for the van to come and
collect tonnes of children, men and women's clothes..."
"The place they were going to was bombed.
No one was there to donate too."
Even the thought now makes my eyes water. Holding a baby's glove I stared at it, eyes filling up. It just is so real. I cannot fathom the pain I would have in my heart if my country was being ripped apart. I cannot believe the strength the refugees have to continue, especially the ones with no family left, clinging to their life. It is so easy to turn off the news when they discuss Aleppo or Syrian rebels or the 'Refugee Crises'. Yet if it was happening to your family would you be able to turn it off now? These people escape the warfare, come for shelter and support, have to battle demanding and critical weather conditions, to then appear and be told they aren't wanted, being told to go home.
They don't get that luxury anymore, there is no home for them left. Realise that.
9 hours of work, nails broken, runny nose, blue fingers, dusty lungs. Yet we couldn't of felt better. We understand the work we are doing, we are actually making a difference. It is so rewarding to be in a job where what you are doing is making an impact, compared to mundane hospitality jobs this work made me feel something I haven't felt in so long. Made me feel wanted.
I got talking to various volunteers today, what they were interested in, what made them volunteer. I wanted to share a few stories with you;
'Okay don't laugh! And I won't mention this again as it seems so ridiculous, I work in IT. I push buttons for a living.' -Chris, one of the 'experts' in the volunteering field, a cheerful, brilliant man.
'On my first day I showed up in high heel Gucci wellies! Honestly I didn't have anything else! I walked in and had to change them after a few hours!' -Ash, started volunteering a year ago, she came for a few days then uprooted, quit her job, removed all materialistic objects in her life to work in a charity shop in the warehouse. Truly inspirational.
'I really want to learn crochet, I am retired, I do this because I have lived an amazing life, so why can't I use the rest of it to help others? Maggie, multiple volunteer junkie, great dancer when her jig comes on. I can only dream of being even slightly like her when I'm her age.
'I did go home at one point, but it all seemed so pointless then. So I quit everything and now this is my life, and fuck me is it so much better' -Florence, incredible, incredible woman. She is in the process of helping a 16 year old unaccompanied to live with his aunt, he apparently likes transformers and has an eye on good style of clothing, and he loves the word 'Peace' in English.
Apologies for the delay in recent blogging. Unfortunately I
have been experiencing long term back problems, and in May it finally meant I
could get the operation to restore my spinal disc. This meant I was pretty much
unable to do a lot for a few months. However in that time I did manage to meet
a few people from Youth Stop Aids, and give a few updates on what is happening.
For those of you who don’t follow my blog, Youth Stop Aids
is an organisation which tackles issues facing young people suffering from
HIV/AIDS, targeting the stigmas society holds against these people. Not only
this, but as a group we help fight the large organisations that hold the
medicines people have a right too, we support those suffering and promote
testing for all. By doing all of this and more, we hope to end AIDS by 2030! So I have recently decided to join up with Youth Stop Aids
in Sussex. With their help my aim is to bring a new society to Brighton
University, which is in drastic need of awa…
It has been a whirlwind of a month. I wanted to focus my attention on the new society that has opened up in Brighton: Youth Stop Aids.
For those who are familiar with my blog, I have been working with YSA for a while now and decided it was time to take the leap and start my own society at University. Not the easiest of options as you can imagine, with a week, packed schedule of 32 hours work, full-time university and a home to care for, it was definitely a challenge. With the help of James Cole, Restless Development officer, I managed to format a plan of how I was going to start this. And through this, I thought it'd be good to share a few tips on how to set up a society:
A society can only be successful if it opens up that way. The best way to start my new society was to join one of the biggest students Freshers Fair, in Sussex. Taking place at AMEX stadium, it was the perfect location to pitch up a table and raise awareness.
Refugees. People like you and me,surviving in a world that has done them no justice.
There is no better start to the New Year than to give up your time to help those in need. And in today's media the crises is refugees. A whole area of the world is fighting on the lines on politics, humans being killed left right and centre. No wonder to yourselves why they ran, they left to survive. And over 8,000 refugees escaped to Calais.
The Jungle, as it is more commonly known has closed, but this does never mean there isn't work to be done, there are people still waiting, waiting to begin their life, stuck in a purgatory of tents and donations. Just, sat in a limbo of life.
My good friend and I ventured off on the 2nd of January 2017 at 6pm to Calais, leaving from Brighton. We fundraised £500.00 for this project, so utilised the funds by taking cheap transport, which took over twelve hours. From Brighton to London Victoria we set off, after a four hour freezing break we took another coach…