It has been many months since I last posted anything, this was written in the airport as I left Chios a few weeks ago..

I have shared; a house, my life and heart in Chios with a group of amazing young people.

Not much older than my eldest son, they are; kind, wise, full of life and incredibly beautiful both inside and out.. Today I leave Chios, I feel I have known the people I have met here all my life – it’s the way.

I had a big send off at the tiny airport, and my head is swimming.  Its insane that because I have a British passport I am privileged to travel pretty much where I like.  Yet my friends  (family) as they wave me off we all know they are not afforded such a privilege.. they are trapped on Chios waiting for some authority or other to decide whether they can have a safe future in Europe. . Really, who has the right to decide ?

To decide whether a family should be deported to an unstable country . To decide whether a wife can join her husband . To decide whether a pregnant woman remains under a tarpaulin for shelter or deserves to be transferred to an apartment … I wonder what training you need to be qualified to make these decisions ?