This Sunday I spent in refugee camp in Dunkirk, Calais.
I’ve helped prepare and serve food with great people, that help those in need.
When Basic essentials like food and clothing are being given, it is comforting.
And mere existence becomes a way of life.
In my journey to UK, I escaped three refugee camps, never to spend more than two days there.
There are never perfect circumstances. The time is now.
Keep the goal in mind. Stay hungry. Keep moving.Tags: asylum, calais, england, escaping, france, migrants, migration, refugee, refugee camp, refugees, the barefoot migrant, the intelligent migrant, UK, vadim turcanu
This post was written by Vadim Turcanu