As we said earlier, Crossings is a accumulation of memories, experiences, events. Below, we will gradually tell you where some of these stories came from. This page will be updated, as we go along, as Crossings spreads, expands, and reaches safely ashore in countries which the refugees and migrants are risking their lives to reach. We hope, through these stories and more, doors and eventually borders will open…
“Children in Darfur do not have protective glasses. They do not hurt.”
Darfur, or rather the refugee camps in Eastern Chad was the 2005 leg of The Refugee Project. Of Ekberzade’s visits to the camps in the region came out a book: West-end of the Border. If you wish to know more about these children and what is going on in Darfur, still, you can find the stories in the pages of the book. It is free, and online. (alternative link to the book is here.)
In a cove in the southwest, families, with inflatable swimming aids in hand, pass a group of women doing yoga on the beach.
This particular sentence is in reflection to a photograph in a news story that ran in local newspapers in Turkey on the summer of 2015, at a time when sea crossings were fervently going on despite the increasing number of deaths. The photograph taken by a local, and it was serviced through a Turkish press agency which ran it alongside a story on refugee crossings and human trafficking. We were living in surreal times. Yet that the image was soon forgotten, along with several hundred like it, taken in different settings, and documenting different moments of human suffering we were all becoming oblivious to. So we kept on doing yoga while ghosts encircled us, passed from in front of us and went unnoticed…
Coming up soon:
Years ago, on the front courtyard of one of the churches in Istanbul, on a Saturday morning as the city folk slept, people distributed soup. There in that courtyard, a Congolese man waiting in the queue started telling me about his camera which he said he had to leave behind in Congo.