Sunday, 13 December 2015

A day for tears

A few of our boys with flu like symptoms, but the majority so happy to be here, smiling and thanking everyone.
We got 14 ferried down to the market after trying to sort out suitable footwear and warm coats. Some still had to go in slip on flip flops with socks but we will get them sorted out.
Myself, Michelle and Gareth, Gloria Duncan and a worker from the Croix Rouge got them down and we ended up relieved to find them all and bring them back.
A sad moment when Mical rapidly becoming a favourite, did not come because he was sad. When I got back he was explaining  to Laura that he thought once he was here with internet access he would be able to find out about his Mother  and Father and maybe even contact them.His search to find friends and family alive in Sudan was all to no avail. It is 7 months since he left and today he was heartbroken, sobbing and sobbing. I sat and cuddled him whilst Laura with a much more practical idea made him a cup of sweet tea. Everyone round about had tears in our eyes as we heard the sobbing of a 20 year old, intelligent boy who had lost everything.
After lunch  I went up again and took the dogs with me for a run around the grounds. Bonny and Eldo become photo stars with boys wanting photos with them. One tall young lad got out his phone to show me a picture of his dog, a beautiful Alsation. I asked were she would be now, which brought tears and a shake of the head, saying "I do not know."
Such a hard time these boys have had, difficult to listen to stories but they tell you their stories and want to know yours.
Sarah wearing a very slightly revealing top  and was told " that would  not happen In Afghanistan" and a boy scrolled to show us a picture of his mother in the black tunic , covering all except her face. They all gave thumbs up though to Sarah saying " but this is France."
They described why they had left their country " killing, killing, killing and told us for them how horrible Calais was.
They seem generally a very intelligent bunch, all asking where the nearest University is and all very keen to start learning French.
I was pleased to see overnight all nationalities had crayoned their own flags and mounted the drawings on the notice board. A man from the Croix Rouge asked if we wanted a Union Jack, I said No as France is now their adopted country.
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