These are my friends

These are my friends. They are volunteers. Here they are patiently waiting by the fire for the next train.

The train arrival times are very unpredictable. We can not risk missing a train, as that would mean thousands of refugees could leave to Serbia without receiving winter clothing or other help from us. So, better safe than sorry. We get there early and then sit near the fire shivering and passing the time until the train appears.

Incidentally, that also means that these men get very little sleep. Some get only a few hours of sleep per night, for months on end. But that doesn’t faze them. Someone has to help the refugees.

“This could have been us” they always tell me – in other words, what is happening to these refugees could have happened to them.

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