Two feamales in white medic vests push a seat. Their buddy talks to him in Dari, attempting to relax him down. ‘Try to relax,’ states one of several physicians. The person calms straight down for a second along with his eyes flicker through the concerned faces around him when you look at the cramped space into the grey walls, the harsh lighting that is fluorescent the racks within the medication cabinet.
He then raises their remaining supply. He shakes his mind and states, despairingly, ‘I happened to be alone, I’m still on it’s own. I’ve been right here 13 months. I’m going to pieces. I’m going angry. The next time, I’ll kill myself.’
The’ that is‘here referring to is Camp Moria, from the Greek area of Lesbos. The palestinian Territories and Congo wait to begin a new future in Camp Moria people from countries including Afghanistan, Syria, Iraq. Since 2015 that’s where asylum seekers have already been registered and identified.
Into the overcrowded camp stay huge portacabins, take off through the outside globe by cable fences and checkpoints. All of them homes 20 to 30 individuals, who is able to frequently be located sitting close together in rows, cigarettes at hand.