Today I was back at the ARC. Holiday over. It was a family lunch day so I was in the kitchen again, mainly washing dishes. It's more challenging that you might imagine. On the one hand, you've got Emiliano telling you to be as quiet as possible; stealth not speed is important. But on the other hand there was another guy telling us to go quicker; don't be afraid to make a bit of noise, just get the job done.
After we had closed for the day, some of us went to visit a refugee woman staying in a nearby hotel. Incredible story. So most of the refugees here are homeless, living in parks and abandoned buildings. One day a charity shows up at a park and takes a whole bunch of families back to a hotel and puts them up there. Incredible. They've been there for eight months now but the charity has run out of money and everyone will have to move back out on the street. It's one thing as a single person being homeless, but as a mother how do you explain to your three young kids that they're going to have to live on the streets? That must be heart-wrenching.
They say that the female refugees never sleep because the police are known to rape women and children in the night.
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