Editor’s Note: My dear friend from high school, Marcy Franck, is currently in Greece bringing supplies and a heartful of human caring to Syrian refugees in Greece. Her trip was originally supposed to include a stop in Turkey, until the failed coup and its fallout. She wrote in her first post about the trip, “I fear that being surrounded by people whose needs surpass what I can give will damage my already broken heart beyond repair. But I’ll remind myself I’m here to stand beside them in a world that seems otherwise unwelcoming. If they are strong enough to live though this, I am strong enough to stand with them for a little while.” Below are her second and third blog posts, combined. — Amanda P.
First Day at Refugee Camp: Friendship Bracelets
By Marcy Franck
Kids flung/swung/twirled: 25
Percentage of body sunburned: 33
Liters of water drunk: 4.5
Favorite greek songs sung with local cafe owner: 1
Friendship bracelets attempted: 12
Friendship bracelets finished: 1/2
Today I had no idea what I was doing. I was the new kid, plopped into a place where there are systems and norms that I didn’t know. So mostly I tried to watch and learn.
Watching and learning was fun until I needed to participate and realized I have good intentions but limited ability.
Take, for example, this friendship bracelet. Another volunteer in my group brought some thread to teach the kids how to make bracelets. It was one of those things where you see someone do it and think it looks easy, then you realize you have no idea how to replicate it. Most of the younger kids fell into this category, so I was in good company.
Mustafa really wanted me to make his bracelet. “My friend! My friend! You, you!” And then he’d point at me, then point at his bracelet-in-making, then point at me again and say “You!”