When someone arrives for the first time in the refugee camp is overwhelmed by emotions.Â Too many emotions. On the road he thinks all the difficulties that these people have passedÂ and how strong they are, to be here, at this moment. At the entrance of the camp, oneÂ starts feeling sorry for the people who live there. He thinks that they could live in way betterÂ conditions. More emotions come up.
Entering , new feelings, but this time of joy and optimism come up. Dozens of childrenÂ coming towards you merrily, with huge smiles, loud voices, big hugs. Most children haveÂ already forgotten the ordeal they came through until they settled here. They focus now onÂ the present, the future and make plans, cheerful plans for their lives. They show love andÂ trust to people from various organizations that are there to offer. And the children offerÂ them generously their gratitude. They share their food, their paintings and especially theirÂ dreams with people, who until a few days ago did not know.
This is Diavata and obviously the rest of the refugee camps. Places full of emotions andÂ dreams.