sequence-02-image-fixe004

Being in Calais is weird.
It’s like being in your country surrounded by foreigners.
All around, British people gathering here to help.
Just a few french ..

Why ? Why do the British feels more incline to help than the French ?
Why aren’t we helping in our own country ?
I’d say that they are feeling as ashamed than we are regarding the way our respective government is behaving, the only thing is that they’re here … in France.
Where are the French ?

 

And it’s weird talking English all day long even though you get use to it… it feels like strange to see more British cars than French ones …
I’d say that the frontier is so close to England that they’re all making the ride to Calais but the trip is as long as coming from Paris to here so …
Really I couldn’t tell …

 

And it’s maybe coming from this British gypsy way of life as you can experience in the “Auberge Des Migrants” area, which is kind of a mix between humanitarian space and gypsy area for travellers of all kind.
Here, I mostly met people like me, living remotely in their cars or van, dealing with nomadic life everyday but helping 10hours a day though …
Here in the place, we’re about 40 people living in our caravans, so we’re like a tiny community living 24/24h per day on the field.
Many other volunteers were going back to their place every evening but not us … we’re here all time and that was maybe bringing us something more …
Maybe it was different than simply going to work everyday as you could feels part of something bigger … one kind of family.

And the days are passing as quick as usual, it’s already the fourth day that I’m spending here and the work is endless like always …

sequence-02-image-fixe028

Honestly I’m not fancy going to the jungle everyday if there’s nothing to do over there … I spent some times around though, going to the jungle books area which is the teaching area and the library of the camp … A lot of volunteers were going there trying to teach english or french to the migrants, unfortunately they’re passing by so quickly that no long educational projects could grow up there. Having people willing to teach and interact with migrants was good (and I’m sure there might be longer term volunteers who may comes everyday to teach) but the turn over was too disturbing and you could not expect to be given class for a long period of time.

Beside of it the “Auberge Des Migrants” was doing everything : cooking, sorting clothes, hygienic products, fixing tents to give to the migrants, providing all the gears needed in the jungle, building and fixing shelters for the people (even though it was not allowed anymore due to the CRS who where stopping the convoys)… everyday.
The place was a bit like a factory where 200 people where working from 7am to 6pm …

The ”Auberge Des Migrants” was also providing wood to all of the migrants trapped in the camp through the “Woodyard” organisation which was taking care about the entire process.

Basically the organisation was receiving tons of wood everyday, coming from supermarkets, dumps or other places … we had to chop the wood into little pieces.

After we had to use the machines to chop pieces that could fit into bags and soba … after chopping all the wood, we had to put all of the little pieces into bags to put them in our truck and then to distribute them in the camp.

sequence-02-image-fixe019

The distribution is something tiring.
Driving through the streets of the jungle, finding the right place to park the truck in the area we were supposed to distribute (the organisation was deserving one specific area everyday).
Once we got there, we were starting the distribution.

One after one, we were distributing piece of wood to all the people regarding the number  written on their ticket (which meant the number of people in a shelter) .
Daily the Woodyard was providing wood for roughly 2000 people, daily 3 or 4 trucks were going to the jungle to distribute it to the people.
The wood in the jungle is something hugely needed for everyone : to warm up, to cook, to light the place … with the capability to get fire, the migrants were more free to live their own way.

sequence-02-image-fixe020

And I spent the entire week being back and forth between the different section of the “Auberge Des Migrants” warehouse … There, you had always something to do …

And even though we were receiving lot of donations evreyday, even though it was somehow incredible to see this amount of food, clothes, tents, woods or whatever else … Even if the volunteers were working tirelessly every single day … It was far not enough to cover the needs of all the people of the camp …

We would supply goods and support 2000 to 3000 migrants per day … as far as we knew, they were 10000 …

And even if the situation was not as bad as I first expected, we were unsure about the future, the evictions rumors … the thousands of CRS posted all over the place, patrolling … the atmosphere wasn’t peaceful and everyone was under pressure … the migrants, the volunteers, the cops …

I can’t tell what’s going to happen when the eviction will happen, I can’t tell where will be send these people and how the organisation will change the work … I hope it will be for the best even if it doesn’t look like …

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s