12. June 2018
by Anna Saraste
At first, I see only barbed wire and then, walking through the front gates, people from all corners of the globe. A dirty, smelling stream of a liquid dimly resembling water runs down the street. Inside the camp, people huddle together in make-shift homes. One tent can hold up to ten people, daily food rations can only be obtained after queuing for hours. Up until few weeks ago, over 3,000 people had to share a single shower.