Photos I wish I never had to make …
A deportation from Lesbos to Turkey, April 26th 2016
The terse press release said:
“This Tuesday the return of migrants from Greece to Turkey continues. This said a spokesman for the government. According to information from local media twelve people where brought on board the vessel “Nazli Jale” in Turkey. An officer of the Coast Guard said, “The ship is about to exit. Port of destination is the turkish Dikili.” Among the twelve were migrants who had no chance of getting asylum in Greece, reported local media.”
According to information from the port authorities in Dikili 17 people were deported.
There’s no mention that there were three children among the deportees. The sea that day was extremely rough. The ship could hardly put in and an employee of the harbour told me, he does not understand, why the Greeks sent off a ship in this weather. The deportees were – after the registration – driven by a coach in direction Pehlivaköy. There is a return camp which was established with EU money and is the last station before the deportation back to their origin.
The detailed article about the deportation by Michael Bonvalot and me is published (only german until now): https://www.vice.com/de/read/so-sieht-es-aus-wenn-die-eu-kinder-in-die-tuerkei-deportiert
Good morning! Welcome to Europe! May your wishes come true …
I am having coffee with guys from the Swedish Sea Rescue Society. This NGO, dispatched two 12-meter boats to Samos in October 2015 to help with search and rescue operations. They are manned by rotating teams of volunteers from Sweden who each spend two weeks on the Aegean island. The high-speed boats are designed to go out in worse conditions than the Greek vessels from the coastguard.
I am asking why these men came over from Sweden to spend their holydays working on these nerve-racking mission. The answer is simple:
“We saved more then 1000 people until now. We can make the difference.”
Eine Bucht zwischen Dikili und Çandarli, Türkei
Photo essay: A curve in the high-lying coastal road between Dikili and Çandarli . The car is driving slowly , our contact thinks we should take a closer look . Then we see a small path, it meanders down the rocks to the sea. At this bay thousands of people start the last segment of their flight to Europe.
Text und Bilder: Michael Bonvalot und Tanja Boukal
We follow the path down to the water. At the fireplaces, which can be seen everywhere, people have probably warmed up scantily. Still, it can get quite cold here at night.
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