Feldgruppe
7. Luck

18 April 2008 – Sometimes, I'm speechless in front of people's suffering here. Words just don't come out. I'm just listening, just trying to give space and time for people to say what they have inside, their complaint, their sadness, their frustration.

18 April 2008 – Sometimes, I'm speechless in front of people's suffering here. Words just don't come out. I'm just listening, just trying to give space and time for people to say what they have inside, their complaint, their sadness, their frustration. How many people have shared that only with us they feel comfortable and safe to say what happened to them, where their sons are, how angry they feel and how they are coping...

Tomorrow I will visit a family of 5. They were just thrown out of their house within a few hours, not allowed to take anything with them. No clothes, no food, no precious things, no toys, not even the meds for the child's pneumonia – nothing at all. The house was sealed, just like that. The family was suddenly out on the street. A relative gave them a room, someone else 3 mattresses to put on the floor, an organization some clothes, another some cans, a neighbor bread, a hospital meds for the boy. Suddenly, they need to depend on others to survive, just to eat. The house where they used to live, just some meters far from the "new" one, seems so comfortable. The children sometimes go outside to play and they show me where their rooms used to be. The mother is pregnant, no money for tests in the hospital, she seems so tired and so weak. She is getting easily angry nowadays - the children are getting naughty, as she says, and she spanks them. She is angry but not with the children. "With all the world", as she says.

I'm also angry with all the world nowadays. With all this selective blindness and deafness around, with the easiness we speak about human rights and take them for granted though never had to fight for them, with the fact that we don't understand that who we are is just the result of mere luck, just a game of fortune. I'm born Greek, in a middle class family with more than the basic needs covered. I could easily have been one of the children thrown out of their house, waiting for a neighbor or relative to bring me food, because otherwise I would starve. But I'm not one of these children just out of luck, but since I was lucky, the least I can do is speak out for their rights.