The neighbors next door

When a tree is eradicated, you are in pain. But when a child is being eradicated from it’s mother’s arms a mother from her family, a family from it’s village, a village from it’s homeland and all the above in a violent, barbarian way, then the pain is obviously big and this kind of situation can’t let you unmoved. You see the sadness the precariousness the question marks in the faces and the eyes of the refugees who come from the regions of Western and Northern Africa. People who were uprooted from their homes without their will, persecuted from conflict factions, in a precarious journey, a journey to the unknown. The faces, the souls of these refugees and immigrants live today with us, they live next to us, they are “