Thursday 16th

Serving food for 130 hungry refugees and staff is very stressful. My job appeared to be simple; give everyone a piece of bread, a napkin, a fork and a spoon. Within minutes my stress levels had hit the roof. I was panicked and confused, anxious, sweating profusely, caught like a rabbit in headlights. But I still managed to pose for a photo. Now that's what I call skill.

I've really enjoyed the food at camp, when I’m not serving it. I’m only in Greece for a month, so I decided not to bother with cooking. I’ve got enough sandwiches, cereal and cereal type products to last me, and every now and then I eat out. By the way, in case you're wondering, Ryvitta is gross. They want you to think that it's not and try to disguise it with salty or cheesy flavourings but let me tell you that I am not easily fooled when it comes to food and I know cardboard when I see it. Or in this case, eat it.


We have three Iranian chefs at camp and their food is amazing! It's been a very welcome break for me.