Afternoon at the main train station in 2015. A couple of men and women in Red Cross uniforms smoke and talk in front of the first aid point. A few posters with arrows where you can register as a volunteer. There is a list where you can enter the name and insurance number.
Everyone can take a picture of this list with their mobile phone, so there is no data protection. However, nobody requires an ID, so you can also register with a fictitious name and insurance number. As usual everywhere as a volunteer with the Red Cross.
The volunteers are supposed to clean the camp beds and the plastic bowls. The camp beds have to be cleared away,
the migrants look scared, leave all their things behind and run away, which the volunteers do not quite understand at the moment.
The pregnant women who are still in the room are examined one by one by someone who acts as a doctor.
One by one they go back to their beds crying because they were told that their children died in the womb. They actually needed to go in a hospital, but it won't be possible without insurance or cash.
Having a child is supposed to be a luxury in Europe. They will be waiting in vain for an ambulance for a very long time.
At some point they will be put on a train to Germany.
A nurse is looking for an interpreter because there is only
a very short time to get a free vitamin injection. Eight young men traveling alone are wanted.
The interpreter does not understand why children or women should not be considered for a vitamin injection. A gentleman in a Red Cross uniform is persuading for a good half hour.
Some eight young men are given the vitamin injection.
Very early the next day, volunteers see a couple of
ambulances leading away. A red cross car and one of the Samaritan League were still there. Three or four volunteers in uniform stood at the door and waited. One oft them even had a sympathetic, sad expression on his face.
Inside, the last young refugee was lying in an plastic bowl on the floor, breathing his last breaths alone. His eyes were wide open.
The rescue volunteers said they all died of fatigue and muscle failure.
The nice family, who was just able to run from the house in Aleppo (Syria), from armed IS terrorists through the back entrance, and who was at the first aid point opposite the young men, only looked with sad eyes and said nothing.
They got all four seats on the next train to Germany, although everyone (including the two children) spoke very well in French, but no word in German or English.
© 2020 Nicoleta Schiel