Tens of thousands of Syrian refugees living in old houses Basmas and old hotels in the area. Behind the train station of Izmir, the building built by the German allies of the Sublime Porte in the last years of the Ottoman Empire, where the remains of the Belle Époque bustling live fugitives of the big war in the Middle East.
Old and young, men and women and especially children. Many children running in the streets in search of a childhood illusion. Women sit in front doors and men looking for a day's wages. Live and some of them to raise the money needed for their life journey. The passage to the islands ...
Between the living and traffickers. And carriers. And the driver of the boat. All those involved in the trafficking ring which last year considered that threw the market about eight billion euros. Almost three times the amount of what gives the European Union to Turkey to scrape together the flow of refugees to Europe.
In Basmas you can enter the ruins of the ancient agora behind KONAKI cosmopolitan and bustling Kemer Altis. Uphill labyrinthine alleys, dirty with etoimoropa homes.
Tens of thousands of Syrian refugees living in old houses Basmas and old hotels in the area. Behind the train station of Izmir, the building built by the German allies of the Sublime Porte in the last years of the Ottoman Empire, where the remains of the Belle Époque bustling live fugitives of the big war in the Middle East.
Old and young, men and women and especially children. Many children running in the streets in search of a childhood illusion. Women sit in front doors and men looking for a day's wages. Live and some of them to raise the money needed for their life journey. The passage to the islands ...
Between the living and traffickers. And carriers. And the driver of the boat. All those involved in the trafficking ring which last year considered that threw the market about eight billion euros. Almost three times the amount of what gives the European Union to Turkey to scrape together the flow of refugees to Europe.
In Basmas you can enter the ruins of the ancient agora behind KONAKI cosmopolitan and bustling Kemer Altis. Uphill labyrinthine alleys, dirty with etoimoropa homes.
Most old two storey houses that the top floor was demolished and replaced the roof of two woods, many tiles were saved. Some sheet metal. These are the homes of Syrian refugees.
The Zerife grandmother, mother Fatma, the Robin, Mehmet Ali and his father Mustafa. They fled chased from their village. They do not know why ... Just wanted to save. And what to take with them? What had already? Apagkiasan in ruin. Three to four times tried to go to Chios and Lesvos. They have made it. Hassan and their money.
Mustafa picking paper for recycling from garbage to raise money. One day a truck drove back smashed the knees of his feet on the metal bucket. now stands the Familia in ruin and wait. What? Going says in Germany. To save everyone ... Germany is in thinking synonymous with paradise.
And the slavers? Everywhere and always present. Pass by the houses and collect offerings. The winter and the situation, but most of drowning and those who became known has shed much price. EUR 500 head sometimes and 300. Find it 's ...
Tens of thousands of Syrian refugees living in old houses Basmas and old hotels in the area. Behind the train station of Izmir, the building built by the German allies of the Sublime Porte in the last years of the Ottoman Empire, where the remains of the Belle Époque bustling live fugitives of the big war in the Middle East.
Old and young, men and women and especially children. Many children running in the streets in search of a childhood illusion. Women sit in front doors and men looking for a day's wages. Live and some of them to raise the money needed for their life journey. The passage to the islands ...
Between the living and traffickers. And carriers. And the driver of the boat. All those involved in the trafficking ring which last year considered that threw the market about eight billion euros. Almost three times the amount of what gives the European Union to Turkey to scrape together the flow of refugees to Europe.
In Basmas you can enter the ruins of the ancient agora behind KONAKI cosmopolitan and bustling Kemer Altis. Uphill labyrinthine alleys, dirty with etoimoropa homes.
Most old two storey houses that the top floor was demolished and replaced the roof of two woods, many tiles were saved. Some sheet metal. These are the homes of Syrian refugees.
The Zerife grandmother, mother Fatma, the Robin, Mehmet Ali and his father Mustafa. They fled chased from their village. They do not know why ... Just wanted to save. And what to take with them? What had already? Apagkiasan in ruin. Three to four times tried to go to Chios and Lesvos. They have made it. Hassan and their money.
Mustafa picking paper for recycling from garbage to raise money. One day a truck drove back smashed the knees of his feet on the metal bucket. now stands the Familia in ruin and wait. What? Going says in Germany. To save everyone ... Germany is in thinking synonymous with paradise.
And the slavers? Everywhere and always present. Pass by the houses and collect offerings. The winter and the situation, but most of drowning and those who became known has shed much price. EUR 500 head sometimes and 300. Find it 's ...
Before you close up shop before learned that the dream to Germany is only the nightmare in a camp in Greece or worse still in the swamp of Idomeni, says the report of the Athens News Agency.
You look at mobile pictures of what is happening in Idomeni. The Syrians see you perplexed. Where is all this? The salesman of trips run every day almost the hovels them talk about travel in the land of Promise.
The Nuur started from Aleppo. With her daughter. In one of the ruins of Basmas housed the anticipation for the big trip. There ruins erected the hairdresser. With inscription in Turkish for the gypsies living in the neighborhood and those in Arabic for refugees. And the name of the salon Nur. Holy Light is to say its name.
Her little daughter from the outside continues to play. The mother mows through five six pounds, half almost EUR else ;, refugees. Somewhere 700 haircuts must be made to pass from Cesme to Chios. Where to find so many? But hopes ...
The road to pass from the outside of a house painted blue. Inflated facades, tiles hanging ... The house is empty, he writes sold outside.
"Come and see ...," says someone who knows. The facades of the house, you discern from the outside painted. Churches coexisting with mosques, boats with people jumping and drowning in the sea, and the coast Ailan. The kid who drowned off Kusadasi and soon became a symbol for forgotten he too soon.
Tens of thousands of Syrian refugees living in old houses Basmas and old hotels in the area. Behind the train station of Izmir, the building built by the German allies of the Sublime Porte in the last years of the Ottoman Empire, where the remains of the Belle Époque bustling live fugitives of the big war in the Middle East.
Old and young, men and women and especially children. Many children running in the streets in search of a childhood illusion. Women sit in front doors and men looking for a day's wages. Live and some of them to raise the money needed for their life journey. The passage to the islands ...
Between the living and traffickers. And carriers. And the driver of the boat. All those involved in the trafficking ring which last year considered that threw the market about eight billion euros. Almost three times the amount of what gives the European Union to Turkey to scrape together the flow of refugees to Europe.
In Basmas you can enter the ruins of the ancient agora behind KONAKI cosmopolitan and bustling Kemer Altis. Uphill labyrinthine alleys, dirty with etoimoropa homes.
Most old two storey houses that the top floor was demolished and replaced the roof of two woods, many tiles were saved. Some sheet metal. These are the homes of Syrian refugees.
The Zerife grandmother, mother Fatma, the Robin, Mehmet Ali and his father Mustafa. They fled chased from their village. They do not know why ... Just wanted to save. And what to take with them? What had already? Apagkiasan in ruin. Three to four times tried to go to Chios and Lesvos. They have made it. Hassan and their money.
Mustafa picking paper for recycling from garbage to raise money. One day a truck drove back smashed the knees of his feet on the metal bucket. now stands the Familia in ruin and wait. What? Going says in Germany. To save everyone ... Germany is in thinking synonymous with paradise.
And the slavers? Everywhere and always present. Pass by the houses and collect offerings. The winter and the situation, but most of drowning and those who became known has shed much price. EUR 500 head sometimes and 300. Find it 's ...
Before you close up shop before learned that the dream to Germany is only the nightmare in a camp in Greece or worse still in the swamp of Idomeni, says the report of the Athens News Agency.
You look at mobile pictures of what is happening in Idomeni. The Syrians see you perplexed. Where is all this? The salesman of trips run every day almost the hovels them talk about travel in the land of Promise.
The Nuur started from Aleppo. With her daughter. In one of the ruins of Basmas housed the anticipation for the big trip. There ruins erected the hairdresser. With inscription in Turkish for the gypsies living in the neighborhood and those in Arabic for refugees. And the name of the salon Nur. Holy Light is to say its name.
Her little daughter from the outside continues to play. The mother mows through five six pounds, half almost EUR else ;, refugees. Somewhere 700 haircuts must be made to pass from Cesme to Chios. Where to find so many? But hopes ...
The road to pass from the outside of a house painted blue. Inflated facades, tiles hanging ... The house is empty, he writes sold outside.
"Come and see ...," says someone who knows. The facades of the house, you discern from the outside painted. Churches coexisting with mosques, boats with people jumping and drowning in the sea, and the coast Ailan. The kid who drowned off Kusadasi and soon became a symbol for forgotten he too soon.
The painter, the Muhamet was a teacher in Aleppo. In a bombardment lost two of his three children. Two and four years old he was. And buried one foot he lost his wife Zehra. With this and their third child child, Omer, arms arrive in Izmir. Seven times tried to cross into Greece. Eventually they succeeded.
But before leaving the Muhamet painted the facades of the house remained. The trouble and the pain of the people. In another place, in another time, in another world as if this circumstance the hovel would become the museum this circumstance the movement of populations. Contemporary uprooting of so many hundreds of thousands of people.
Why other uprooting in Basmas has lots of monuments. intolerance monuments! A few meters further a monumental gate. Entry to the complex of St. John. St. John Smyrna longer there. There is in place a miserable decade betonenio school children 80. With students from Syria, the Kurdish areas of Turkey and outside it, Gypsy children.
wars children all sorts of students. One goes, one does not go and get lost. In the shadow of a large school there at St. John's complex, next to betonenio school. Greek School 1817 reading. The museums of uprooting were saying. Modern museums and old ...
The road brings longer on the side of the hill. Descending slowly. In a vacant lot old Syrians with red and white scarves on their heads and they expect silent. Touch, support each other.
He saw the first light in Idomeni - The picture shakes
This wood waiting for the end. And the voice of Hoxha in the minaret beside ... There is a place of solidarity Kurds. With colors understand the target audience. And next to it and participate in different Museum. Radio and democracy. Crossing herself. Together for the year could Munich apart is ...
Chonesai in tsarsi. In the food market. "You see?" To ask ... The salesman hope. Obviously the corners with three four mobile anyone arranging the passage. Next to outdoor vendors known orange life jackets for the helpless, and tubes of cars for the have-nots.
All in one street in tsarsi of Basmas. In the largest Syriac neighborhood in the world. All inscriptions in Arabic. Even standard food from Syria sold there. You hear monks Arabic. See Munich Syrian refugees. With puzzled eyes to seek God knows what ...
Some, yes some people looking for a loaf of bread. Because what they lack.
For those in Basmas is Yusuf. In the last three months gave out 10,000 loaves of bread! The Turks customers centenarian This wood oven with the bread of the day they leave they want and refugee bread. The glass large sign says "put a bread and you, not anyone go hungry."
Four generations baker Yusuf says that bread is pleasant and keeps alive. "And this circumstance the people who sent us their god should give them a pittance to live." The approach of the theme very simple. People need to live. God wants to live. And we must do the will of God.
Descending. Now comes the newest Smyrna. The hotels of the Belle Epoque multicultural state sinking of refugees. And from people seeking their fortune elsewhere. Syrians and Afghans, and Pakistanis and Africans. All the tribes of Israel.
Started raining. And in Smyrna raining. In hovels behind you the rain must be a nightmare. Standing on a doorstep. A heavy cast-iron door behind you .. There, in Basmas. Seeking edges in tangled thread of contemporary refugee ...
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