Diary

A journey with no destination

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The Lost Art of Caring
Moria Refugee Camp, Lesbos Island.

Some weeks ago I had the chance to visit the beautiful Lesbos island in Greece, for a very special project by Aptarts and Doctors Without Borders
The goal was to add some color to their pediatric clinic at the camp and get the kids involved.
There are no walls there so in a few days we painted everything we came across with: tents, isoboxes, containers and we even created some animals to play using draft wood. Dramas aside, we all had a really good time.
You can imagine the amount of thoughts that run around your mind when you’re on the plane back to your comfy home while these kids and families are staying in those conditions for god knows how long until they move god knows where. While I’m writing this, this now colorful clinic is probably attending traumatized kids, ugly infections, and really dark shit in the worst scenario. Thankfully, they are surrounded by amazing professionals willing to give their best at all times.

The situation is not easy to solve, so many issues to attend here but I don’t know, I think we all have the right to live well. Try to put yourself in a situation where some gangstas were chopping heads off in your neighborhood because of your thoughts or religion. Or try to find yourself with no way to make a living at all and a family to feed up. What would you do? 

Special thanks to Montana Cans for their support.

Ruben Sanchez