New Stars Shine

Second to last day here, at one of the greatest places in the world. Every morning I am greeted by a sea of incredible people. I have been here such a short time, but the people here have shown me what I needed. They showed me there is a possibility to change this world. ' The world is fucked, but it doesn't mean we have to be' (Chanelle Manton, first time volunteer, lifetime of change) Last night got pretty emotional for my collegue and I. We hit that pivotical moment of realisation, that the work we do helps, and little by little, step by step, volunteer by volunteer, we can create a following of people that believe in change, believe in better, and together we can achieve so much. Without belief we are just another man in a bucket of millions, working, eating, dying. Organising the kitchen distribution. Today was another day of work, we organised shelves for quick access distribution, and reorganised the overflow warehouse ready for the shipment ...

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..." "What happened?" "The place they were going...