As you may have come across several stories like these of migrants from Africa & Middle East trying to enter illegally in Europe nowadays, & I read stories like these & then reflect upon my life. Regardless of what & how many problems I might be having right now, those seem miniscule by comparison to the problems thousands of people around the world are enduring on a daily basis.
Stories like these give a human face to the harsh problems people are facing; be it the local Yemeni population being mercilessly bombarded by a Saudi coalition, or Rohingya Muslims being stranded on boats in the sea, or migrants trying to run from chaos & destruction in their own countries (which, btw, caused by European & American coalition in the first place) to find refuge in the developed countries.
As the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said that always compare your life with the person below you, so you will see that your life is still better than his/hers, & you will feel contentment. Otherwise, if you compare your life with the person above you, then you will never feel happy & always want more.
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After a 10-day trek over 150km, Sandrine Koffi’s dream of a new life in Europe ended & her nightmare of losing her infant daughter in the Macedonian night began.
As police wielding clubs closed in, the 31-year-old woman from Ivory Coast couldn’t keep up with her fellow migrants. Not after more than a week of treacherous hikes through mud & bone-chilling rain; of leaky tents, stolen food & fitful sleep; of loads too heavy to bear.
Koffi had given her 10-month-old daughter, Kendra, to a stronger person to carry as the 40-member group of west Africans walked with trepidation into Veles, Macedonia. They hoped, because it was pitch dark & miserably cold, that no one would see them & raise the alarm. But their luck ran out.
Officers captured Koffi & deported her with most of the group back to Greece. Others who escaped carried Kendra all the way to the Serbian border. That was more than 2 weeks ago. Now, Koffi cannot stop crying for her distant daughter – or wondering why they can’t travel like “normal” people.
“I feel like I’m not a human being,” says Koffi from the migrants’ safe house in Greece, where she & her daughter had arrived last month with the hope of being escorted through the Balkans to Hungary &, eventually, to relatives in Paris. “Why is it necessary to separate a mother from her child? Why is all of this necessary?”
Each month, a tide of humanity pours through the hills of Greece, Macedonia & Serbia in hope of entering the heart of the EU through its vulnerable back door in the Balkans. This is the newest of a half-dozen land & sea routes that Arab, Asian & African smugglers use to funnel migrants illegally from war zones & economic woes to opportunities in the west.
Most don’t make it on their first attempt. Nor their third or fifth. Many, it seems, just keep trying – & failing – again & again.
Journalists followed a group of migrants to document the challenges of the western Balkans route, witnessing key events on the journey: the confrontations between police & locals, disagreements with the smuggler leading them, dissent among themselves, & other difficulties.
The flow of migrants along this route has grown from a trickle in 2012 to become the second-most popular path for illegal immigration into Europe. Only the more dangerous option of sailing from north Africa to Italy is more widely used.
Frontex, the EU agency that helps governments police the bloc’s leaky borders, says it seems nothing will deter migrants from embarking on the long walk that starts in northern Greece. Their monitors have detected more than 43,000 illegal crossings on the western Balkans route in 2014, more than double the year before. And 2015 already looks set for a record number, with 22,000 arrivals in Hungary in the first 2 months.
A pivotal point for the route is Turkey, which is a magnet for refugees of wars in Syria, Iraq & Afghanistan because the Turks provide easy travel visas to residents of most of Asia & Africa.
Another is Greece, where migrants can claim asylum & usually, after a short detention, are permitted to travel freely within the country. But few intend to stay in Greece because of its economic crisis – & locals’ antipathy to the migrants.
“Europe has not faced a situation like this since the second world war, with so many conflicts happening so near to home, with [failed] states from Libya to Syria & unrelenting conflict in Iraq & Afghanistan,” says Frontex spokeswoman Ewa Moncure. “And it’s a lot easier to take a boat from Turkey to Greece than to cross the open Mediterranean. Thousands drown taking the other route.”
“Never in my life was I even on a boat,” says Jean Paul Apetey, a 34-year-old Ivorian who has a reputation as a sharp-witted opportunist. And so, when smugglers ask him if he wants to pilot the vessel to Greece in exchange for a free ticket, he goes straight to the stern engine of the rigid inflatable boat, overloaded with 47 migrants, & acts as if he knows what he is doing.
Smugglers rarely ride on one-way journeys, since they face prison if they are caught. Instead, they charge €1,000 ($1,100) or more per passenger, rich compensation for the sacrifice of a boat. The smugglers point Apetey to a Greek island in the distance – he doesn’t know if it’s Kos, Samos or Lesbos because he has no map – but he boasts of reaching the target in 17 minutes flat.
The walls are sweating in the safe house in Thessaloniki, Greece, a windowless basement apartment with no furniture, 2 bedrooms & a camp-style cooker on the floor. It’s the end of February, & an African smuggler has brought 45 clients to this base camp to escort them on off-road paths through Macedonia to Serbia. Among the group are 11 women, including 2 with 10-month-old children.
The smuggler, a former soldier, agreed to allow a journalist to accompany them on condition he was not identified, because what he was doing is illegal.
He goes from migrant to migrant, checking their readiness for the journey to Serbia. By car, it would take less than 5 hours. On foot, the same journey takes about 10 days. When some giggle at his questions, he sets a stern tone: “Shut up. This isn’t a joke once you’re out there. If you think it’s funny, I’ll send you back to Athens.”
He’s taken 3 other groups on the route, & charges those on this trip a wide range of prices, averaging about $500 (£337), depending on their ability to pay. Discounts apply if they help him to keep others supplied & disciplined. Kids go free.
Most are French speakers from Ivory Coast, Mali, Cameroon & Burkina Faso. Only a few speak English. One – a Congolese man whose communist parents named him Fidel Castro – speaks both. All are hungry, so a Malian woman named Aicha “Baby” Teinturiere boils macaroni on the camp stove. The smuggler sends others to stock up on sleeping bags, socks & gloves for those who haven’t brought the necessities.
Some are confident of reaching Germany or France. Sekou Yara is not. The 28-year-old Malian has failed 3 times to breach EU immigration checks at airports, costing him at least €3,000 (£2,200). This is his first attempt on foot, & he has mixed feelings.
“I left many people whom I love so much. I left my wife & our four-year-old child,” says Yara, frustrated at sacrificing so much only to be stuck in Greece, where he says migrants can’t find jobs & sometimes must look for food in the rubbish. “It is shameful to live like this. I just want a normal life.”
Yara’s trip doesn’t last long. The next morning, he & another Malian are arrested after the 45 arrive at the Thessaloniki bus station. Unlike the others, the pair have no ID papers.
The smuggler keeps his distance at the station, communicating by phone to reduce chances of being spotted as a trafficker. Tell police you’re going to Athens, not the border, he instructs them. Don’t all sit together; spread out.
In every direction there are migrants from Syria, Afghanistan & Eritrea, all looking suspicious. Some hide in toilet cubicles as the police check documents. At least 20 people from other groups are taken to a police station.
Fear of arrest keeps the west Africans from boarding their intended bus north to the border town of Polikastro. It’s not illegal for documented asylum seekers to board a domestic bus in Greece, so nerves settle, and all 43 get on four later buses: Greeks in front, Arabs in the middle, & Africans in the back.
They’re a half-day behind schedule as the last members arrive in Polikastro. The hatred of some locals toward the Africans is clear near the town square as women prepare to boil water for the babies’ formula milk. A motorist drives over their bags, smashing the milk powder & cooking gear as he curses them. The easy part of the trip has ended.
The first day’s hike from Polikastro takes the group along a railway line, & they must navigate a rickety wooden bridge, hoping no train comes. Within the first hour, both women carrying infants become weary.
“This is my souvenir!” jokes Apetey as he agrees to carry Sandrine Koffi’s daughter, Kendra. Another man takes Christian, the 10-month-old son of a Cameroonian woman, Mireille Djeukam. Kendra was born in Turkey, Christian in Greece. Both have relatives in Paris.
After 10 hours, the 43 migrants reach the border with Macedonia before midnight. They don’t bother with tents, preferring sleeping bags in the open air.
The smuggler doesn’t want the full group to cross the border in daylight, but they’re already short of supplies – & the cheapest local shop is on the Macedonian side. So he leads 3 men on a reconnaissance trip through the trees. A border patrol vehicle sits on a hilltop but doesn’t move.
The 3 others crouch down in the woods as he heads alone into the supermarket. Inside, a cashier warns the smuggler to hide because police are shopping in another aisle. After a tense wait, he emerges with six bags of bread, canned sardines, juice & water.
That night, the group crosses the border & a highway. Each approaching set of headlights is feared to be police. The chill means it’s time to sleep in the 10 tents they’ve brought. At the campsite, Hilarion Charlemagne illustrates his journey with a collection of cellphone sim cards.
“This one is from Togo, where I was a refugee for one year & eight months,” the 45-year-old Ivorian teacher says, identifying others from Mali, Mauritania & Algeria. He tells of being turned back at the Moroccan border because he lacked €500; of working as a tutor for an Algerian family for a month; of trying to reach Europe by boat 5 times & managing to reach Greece on the sixth attempt.
Charlemagne & others have another way to remember the countries they’ve visited: recounting the racial epithets hurled at them in several languages.
The group is startled by a Macedonian shepherd & his snarling dog. Tents are hurriedly packed. But in the rush, one of the smuggler’s helpers has lost his cellphone. Angry accusations are levied, & everyone is searched, without success.
The trek resumes at night. They scramble over an exposed ridge & sprint across a road junction, hiding in long reeds. They catch their breath under a full moon.
A Malian woman, 34-year-old Miriam Toure, falls with a cramp. Two young soccer players in the group offer her a sports massage as she howls in pain. A man with a chronic leg injury, Mohamed “Mo-Mo” Konate, applies some ointment he uses for himself.
Nothing works, so men take turns carrying Toure, joking she’s only faking to get a piggy-back ride. After a half-hour, they’re worn out & she’s told to walk or stay behind. She limps barefoot, weeping silently while trying to keep up.
As they pass through cabbage fields, some stuff the greens in their backpacks. They jostle to refill bottles when passing a tap bearing an Orthodox sign and the inscription “holy well”. At about 4am, in the rain, they pitch tents – difficult in the dark – under a highway overpass marked by graffiti from Afghan migrants.
After sunrise, several members accuse one another of stealing food, drink & bags as they slept. The smuggler threatens to return them to Greece, where Syrian smugglers will charge them triple for the journey. Apologies are demanded & given.
That night, the rain turns to snow, & the tents start to collapse. Sheltered campsites on the trail are occupied by other migrant groups, & the crying of the two infants is incessant. Some question whether the children, so cold & hungry, could be at risk of death if they continue.
They keep following the Vardar river north, but abandon the 41-year-old “Mo-Mo” near a village; he cannot continue, even with his cane.
Food is so scarce that sardines are rationed to one can daily for 3 people. On the sixth day of walking, they reach the town of Nogotino, 2 days behind schedule & lashed by a freezing wind. At 1am, Sandrine Koffi passes out & slides down a muddy embankment. She is revived, & they walk another hour.
Mireille Djeukam, the other woman travelling with a child, has tried & failed to pass through EU airports about 10 times already. She finds this trip much harder. “It’s very hard, too hard,” she says. “If I knew it was [going to be ] this difficult, I wouldn’t have done it. I’m not used to this type of walking.”
The youngest & fittest men grumble under their breath that they could have been in Serbia already were it not for the women & children. Laughter amid such suffering seems impossible, but a limping Miriam Toure brings down the house with an exasperated question: “Where is Macedonia?”
As the group reaches Veles, the first major Macedonian town on the route & 145km (87 miles) into their hike, Djeukam cannot go on because of her aching legs. The group leaves her & 10-month-old Christian at an Orthodox church.
The 40 remaining migrants try to stick to Veles’s riverside railway, but at about 10pm they are confronted by youths. They run on to a road, startling motorists. Two police arrive, brandishing clubs & beating stragglers. 5 are caught, including Koffi. In the melee, members of the group drop their gear & scatter. A woman breaks an ankle & is hospitalised in the capital, Skopje. By 3am, the smuggler has found only 8 of his clients.
The next day, Teinturiere returns to Veles to search for her bags & stumbles into the police. She claims, falsely, to be looking for her baby. The police believe her & agree to help search – in the process discovering & arresting many of her comrades.
By the end of the 10th day, all but 13 of the group have been in custody & are put on trucks back to Greece with scores of other people from Syria, Afghanistan & Bangladesh. But Teinturiere is not among them. The police set her free so that she can keep searching for her imaginary child.
Two days later, the west Africans reach a smuggler’s safe house in the border town of Lojane, Macedonia. Teinturiere is given responsibility for caring for Kendra until Koffi can complete the trip.
Others, mostly the strongest men in their 20s, cross into Serbia, where they meet the next lot of smugglers, who charge €100 each to drive them hidden in trucks to the Hungarian border. 3 weeks into the journey, the first few make it to Hungary & send triumphant messages to friends.
The Greek smuggler returns to Thessaloniki with his deported clients. He organises a second trek, combining new migrants with many from the original group – including Koffi & the first person arrested on the previous trip, Sekou Yara. They leave a week later but run into a police ambush south of Veles. All are returned to Greece.
Another attempt to complete the 250km journey on foot has begun this week. Joining the smuggler are at least 20 veterans of the previous two failed attempts, including Koffi.
Her earlier plan was to reach her husband, mother & other relatives in Paris. Now, she hopes simply to be reunited with her child.
Stories like these give a human face to the harsh problems people are facing; be it the local Yemeni population being mercilessly bombarded by a Saudi coalition, or Rohingya Muslims being stranded on boats in the sea, or migrants trying to run from chaos & destruction in their own countries (which, btw, caused by European & American coalition in the first place) to find refuge in the developed countries.
As the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said that always compare your life with the person below you, so you will see that your life is still better than his/hers, & you will feel contentment. Otherwise, if you compare your life with the person above you, then you will never feel happy & always want more.
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After a 10-day trek over 150km, Sandrine Koffi’s dream of a new life in Europe ended & her nightmare of losing her infant daughter in the Macedonian night began.
As police wielding clubs closed in, the 31-year-old woman from Ivory Coast couldn’t keep up with her fellow migrants. Not after more than a week of treacherous hikes through mud & bone-chilling rain; of leaky tents, stolen food & fitful sleep; of loads too heavy to bear.
Koffi had given her 10-month-old daughter, Kendra, to a stronger person to carry as the 40-member group of west Africans walked with trepidation into Veles, Macedonia. They hoped, because it was pitch dark & miserably cold, that no one would see them & raise the alarm. But their luck ran out.
Officers captured Koffi & deported her with most of the group back to Greece. Others who escaped carried Kendra all the way to the Serbian border. That was more than 2 weeks ago. Now, Koffi cannot stop crying for her distant daughter – or wondering why they can’t travel like “normal” people.
“I feel like I’m not a human being,” says Koffi from the migrants’ safe house in Greece, where she & her daughter had arrived last month with the hope of being escorted through the Balkans to Hungary &, eventually, to relatives in Paris. “Why is it necessary to separate a mother from her child? Why is all of this necessary?”
Each month, a tide of humanity pours through the hills of Greece, Macedonia & Serbia in hope of entering the heart of the EU through its vulnerable back door in the Balkans. This is the newest of a half-dozen land & sea routes that Arab, Asian & African smugglers use to funnel migrants illegally from war zones & economic woes to opportunities in the west.
Most don’t make it on their first attempt. Nor their third or fifth. Many, it seems, just keep trying – & failing – again & again.
Journalists followed a group of migrants to document the challenges of the western Balkans route, witnessing key events on the journey: the confrontations between police & locals, disagreements with the smuggler leading them, dissent among themselves, & other difficulties.
The flow of migrants along this route has grown from a trickle in 2012 to become the second-most popular path for illegal immigration into Europe. Only the more dangerous option of sailing from north Africa to Italy is more widely used.
Frontex, the EU agency that helps governments police the bloc’s leaky borders, says it seems nothing will deter migrants from embarking on the long walk that starts in northern Greece. Their monitors have detected more than 43,000 illegal crossings on the western Balkans route in 2014, more than double the year before. And 2015 already looks set for a record number, with 22,000 arrivals in Hungary in the first 2 months.
A pivotal point for the route is Turkey, which is a magnet for refugees of wars in Syria, Iraq & Afghanistan because the Turks provide easy travel visas to residents of most of Asia & Africa.
Another is Greece, where migrants can claim asylum & usually, after a short detention, are permitted to travel freely within the country. But few intend to stay in Greece because of its economic crisis – & locals’ antipathy to the migrants.
“Europe has not faced a situation like this since the second world war, with so many conflicts happening so near to home, with [failed] states from Libya to Syria & unrelenting conflict in Iraq & Afghanistan,” says Frontex spokeswoman Ewa Moncure. “And it’s a lot easier to take a boat from Turkey to Greece than to cross the open Mediterranean. Thousands drown taking the other route.”
“Never in my life was I even on a boat,” says Jean Paul Apetey, a 34-year-old Ivorian who has a reputation as a sharp-witted opportunist. And so, when smugglers ask him if he wants to pilot the vessel to Greece in exchange for a free ticket, he goes straight to the stern engine of the rigid inflatable boat, overloaded with 47 migrants, & acts as if he knows what he is doing.
Smugglers rarely ride on one-way journeys, since they face prison if they are caught. Instead, they charge €1,000 ($1,100) or more per passenger, rich compensation for the sacrifice of a boat. The smugglers point Apetey to a Greek island in the distance – he doesn’t know if it’s Kos, Samos or Lesbos because he has no map – but he boasts of reaching the target in 17 minutes flat.
The walls are sweating in the safe house in Thessaloniki, Greece, a windowless basement apartment with no furniture, 2 bedrooms & a camp-style cooker on the floor. It’s the end of February, & an African smuggler has brought 45 clients to this base camp to escort them on off-road paths through Macedonia to Serbia. Among the group are 11 women, including 2 with 10-month-old children.
The smuggler, a former soldier, agreed to allow a journalist to accompany them on condition he was not identified, because what he was doing is illegal.
He goes from migrant to migrant, checking their readiness for the journey to Serbia. By car, it would take less than 5 hours. On foot, the same journey takes about 10 days. When some giggle at his questions, he sets a stern tone: “Shut up. This isn’t a joke once you’re out there. If you think it’s funny, I’ll send you back to Athens.”
He’s taken 3 other groups on the route, & charges those on this trip a wide range of prices, averaging about $500 (£337), depending on their ability to pay. Discounts apply if they help him to keep others supplied & disciplined. Kids go free.
Most are French speakers from Ivory Coast, Mali, Cameroon & Burkina Faso. Only a few speak English. One – a Congolese man whose communist parents named him Fidel Castro – speaks both. All are hungry, so a Malian woman named Aicha “Baby” Teinturiere boils macaroni on the camp stove. The smuggler sends others to stock up on sleeping bags, socks & gloves for those who haven’t brought the necessities.
Some are confident of reaching Germany or France. Sekou Yara is not. The 28-year-old Malian has failed 3 times to breach EU immigration checks at airports, costing him at least €3,000 (£2,200). This is his first attempt on foot, & he has mixed feelings.
“I left many people whom I love so much. I left my wife & our four-year-old child,” says Yara, frustrated at sacrificing so much only to be stuck in Greece, where he says migrants can’t find jobs & sometimes must look for food in the rubbish. “It is shameful to live like this. I just want a normal life.”
Yara’s trip doesn’t last long. The next morning, he & another Malian are arrested after the 45 arrive at the Thessaloniki bus station. Unlike the others, the pair have no ID papers.
The smuggler keeps his distance at the station, communicating by phone to reduce chances of being spotted as a trafficker. Tell police you’re going to Athens, not the border, he instructs them. Don’t all sit together; spread out.
In every direction there are migrants from Syria, Afghanistan & Eritrea, all looking suspicious. Some hide in toilet cubicles as the police check documents. At least 20 people from other groups are taken to a police station.
Fear of arrest keeps the west Africans from boarding their intended bus north to the border town of Polikastro. It’s not illegal for documented asylum seekers to board a domestic bus in Greece, so nerves settle, and all 43 get on four later buses: Greeks in front, Arabs in the middle, & Africans in the back.
They’re a half-day behind schedule as the last members arrive in Polikastro. The hatred of some locals toward the Africans is clear near the town square as women prepare to boil water for the babies’ formula milk. A motorist drives over their bags, smashing the milk powder & cooking gear as he curses them. The easy part of the trip has ended.
The first day’s hike from Polikastro takes the group along a railway line, & they must navigate a rickety wooden bridge, hoping no train comes. Within the first hour, both women carrying infants become weary.
“This is my souvenir!” jokes Apetey as he agrees to carry Sandrine Koffi’s daughter, Kendra. Another man takes Christian, the 10-month-old son of a Cameroonian woman, Mireille Djeukam. Kendra was born in Turkey, Christian in Greece. Both have relatives in Paris.
After 10 hours, the 43 migrants reach the border with Macedonia before midnight. They don’t bother with tents, preferring sleeping bags in the open air.
The smuggler doesn’t want the full group to cross the border in daylight, but they’re already short of supplies – & the cheapest local shop is on the Macedonian side. So he leads 3 men on a reconnaissance trip through the trees. A border patrol vehicle sits on a hilltop but doesn’t move.
The 3 others crouch down in the woods as he heads alone into the supermarket. Inside, a cashier warns the smuggler to hide because police are shopping in another aisle. After a tense wait, he emerges with six bags of bread, canned sardines, juice & water.
That night, the group crosses the border & a highway. Each approaching set of headlights is feared to be police. The chill means it’s time to sleep in the 10 tents they’ve brought. At the campsite, Hilarion Charlemagne illustrates his journey with a collection of cellphone sim cards.
“This one is from Togo, where I was a refugee for one year & eight months,” the 45-year-old Ivorian teacher says, identifying others from Mali, Mauritania & Algeria. He tells of being turned back at the Moroccan border because he lacked €500; of working as a tutor for an Algerian family for a month; of trying to reach Europe by boat 5 times & managing to reach Greece on the sixth attempt.
Charlemagne & others have another way to remember the countries they’ve visited: recounting the racial epithets hurled at them in several languages.
The group is startled by a Macedonian shepherd & his snarling dog. Tents are hurriedly packed. But in the rush, one of the smuggler’s helpers has lost his cellphone. Angry accusations are levied, & everyone is searched, without success.
The trek resumes at night. They scramble over an exposed ridge & sprint across a road junction, hiding in long reeds. They catch their breath under a full moon.
A Malian woman, 34-year-old Miriam Toure, falls with a cramp. Two young soccer players in the group offer her a sports massage as she howls in pain. A man with a chronic leg injury, Mohamed “Mo-Mo” Konate, applies some ointment he uses for himself.
Nothing works, so men take turns carrying Toure, joking she’s only faking to get a piggy-back ride. After a half-hour, they’re worn out & she’s told to walk or stay behind. She limps barefoot, weeping silently while trying to keep up.
As they pass through cabbage fields, some stuff the greens in their backpacks. They jostle to refill bottles when passing a tap bearing an Orthodox sign and the inscription “holy well”. At about 4am, in the rain, they pitch tents – difficult in the dark – under a highway overpass marked by graffiti from Afghan migrants.
After sunrise, several members accuse one another of stealing food, drink & bags as they slept. The smuggler threatens to return them to Greece, where Syrian smugglers will charge them triple for the journey. Apologies are demanded & given.
That night, the rain turns to snow, & the tents start to collapse. Sheltered campsites on the trail are occupied by other migrant groups, & the crying of the two infants is incessant. Some question whether the children, so cold & hungry, could be at risk of death if they continue.
They keep following the Vardar river north, but abandon the 41-year-old “Mo-Mo” near a village; he cannot continue, even with his cane.
Food is so scarce that sardines are rationed to one can daily for 3 people. On the sixth day of walking, they reach the town of Nogotino, 2 days behind schedule & lashed by a freezing wind. At 1am, Sandrine Koffi passes out & slides down a muddy embankment. She is revived, & they walk another hour.
Mireille Djeukam, the other woman travelling with a child, has tried & failed to pass through EU airports about 10 times already. She finds this trip much harder. “It’s very hard, too hard,” she says. “If I knew it was [going to be ] this difficult, I wouldn’t have done it. I’m not used to this type of walking.”
The youngest & fittest men grumble under their breath that they could have been in Serbia already were it not for the women & children. Laughter amid such suffering seems impossible, but a limping Miriam Toure brings down the house with an exasperated question: “Where is Macedonia?”
As the group reaches Veles, the first major Macedonian town on the route & 145km (87 miles) into their hike, Djeukam cannot go on because of her aching legs. The group leaves her & 10-month-old Christian at an Orthodox church.
The 40 remaining migrants try to stick to Veles’s riverside railway, but at about 10pm they are confronted by youths. They run on to a road, startling motorists. Two police arrive, brandishing clubs & beating stragglers. 5 are caught, including Koffi. In the melee, members of the group drop their gear & scatter. A woman breaks an ankle & is hospitalised in the capital, Skopje. By 3am, the smuggler has found only 8 of his clients.
The next day, Teinturiere returns to Veles to search for her bags & stumbles into the police. She claims, falsely, to be looking for her baby. The police believe her & agree to help search – in the process discovering & arresting many of her comrades.
By the end of the 10th day, all but 13 of the group have been in custody & are put on trucks back to Greece with scores of other people from Syria, Afghanistan & Bangladesh. But Teinturiere is not among them. The police set her free so that she can keep searching for her imaginary child.
Two days later, the west Africans reach a smuggler’s safe house in the border town of Lojane, Macedonia. Teinturiere is given responsibility for caring for Kendra until Koffi can complete the trip.
Others, mostly the strongest men in their 20s, cross into Serbia, where they meet the next lot of smugglers, who charge €100 each to drive them hidden in trucks to the Hungarian border. 3 weeks into the journey, the first few make it to Hungary & send triumphant messages to friends.
The Greek smuggler returns to Thessaloniki with his deported clients. He organises a second trek, combining new migrants with many from the original group – including Koffi & the first person arrested on the previous trip, Sekou Yara. They leave a week later but run into a police ambush south of Veles. All are returned to Greece.
Another attempt to complete the 250km journey on foot has begun this week. Joining the smuggler are at least 20 veterans of the previous two failed attempts, including Koffi.
Her earlier plan was to reach her husband, mother & other relatives in Paris. Now, she hopes simply to be reunited with her child.
