When Words Fail Me…

This is a follow-up to the post I shared yesterday from a Scottish woman who is currently serving as a volunteer, working with refugees on the Greek island of Kos. She writes beautifully and from her heart, so I hope you will all take a few minutes to read her post.


In keeping with the general style of this blog since September last year, it is the middle of the night and I can’t sleep so I thought staring blankly at a computer screen, desperately searching for the words to make sense of what has happened over the last 48 hours, would help. Surprisingly it is not though as this time I have stared blankly at this screen longer than I ever have before because there really are no words, there is no way to make sense of the final nail in the coffin of the idea of human rights.

Today I was watching a photography exhibition being prepared to show the journey, the stories of this little island since last year. I recognised so many people, so many moments, so many memories. Yes, not all of these memories I care to think about too much, but what stood out for…

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