This mass of people in transit is the biggest story of our time. Small gestures wont do much,but they can connect you to what it is to be humanIt starts round the corner. It always has to, I suppose. I see a current sign about a drop-in centre for refugees. It’s just one day a week of volunteering and they will provide hot meals. I could do something, or I believe. I write down the name of the organisation and Google it. Oh dear,it’s a Methodist church. “Jesus Christ,” I believe. “gain over yourself, and woman.” I said that to spare you the effort.
Someone else gets in touch about dropping stuff in Dalston for the camp in Calais. They send me a list of what is needed (trainers,sleeping bags) and what isn’t (suits, women’s clothes). Some vans are going over. They need to consume the space well, and so I believe about what I have that could be of consume,and how cold I was in a tent this summer at a festival. I longed for the bath that I knew I would depart home to; mostly, I just wanted to depart home.
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Source: theguardian.com