Media Impressions

Feels Himself Forgotten

The Flowers of Afghanistan

 

Rain drips down slowly through the porous concrete ceiling of the abandoned hospital into the dark bedroom. Outside a thunderstorm deadens the flat landscape, shrouding the ploughed fields in mist, late on a freezing winter’s morning. Burying his head under the torn, unwashed blanket, sixteen-year-old Nazir tries to get warm. Reaching out an arm and finding his mobile phone wet from the puddles that have formed on the bare floor, he lets out a loud sigh. Nazir closes his eyes, preferring to bed down on a piece of old polystyrene than face the day.

Derelict for over a decade, the old hospital on the outskirts of the down-at-heel agricultural town of Thiva is home to hundreds of lone young Afghan men and boys. Unable to afford the €4,500 price tag the smugglers are demanding to leave Greece or the €5 a night the middlemen are charging for rent in…

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