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  • Last week my sister and her boyfriend went to the Kurdish political refugee camp in Athens to donate baby's milk. The other refugees- not political ones, who lived in a nearby camp- were outraged. "Why do you only take care of them? We're hungry and cold too. We too have needs". They yelled.

    So this week we sounded an alarm. Called all our friends on facebook, texted all the people we know and asked them to donate what they can to the refugees. I expected my phone to be ringing like crazy but.. it didn't ring at all. I got no answers back. I was dumbfounded. I had expected people to care, to want to help. They didn't. Even worse. Some were lukewarm about it but some weren't even courteous. I've even got a comment like " Can't they see how poor they are and stop having children?"
    To be honest I felt ashamed and didn' t know what to say to that person.

    This week I discovered people are indifferent at best, cruel at worst.

    Personallly I can't bear to think that my children's drawers are filled with clothes, clothes they'll probably never wear, that we've got so many toys my girls play with a different one every five minutes,while there are some children out there that have nothing. I'm not a very good Christian but I honestly believe that if you have two coats and can afford to give one away to a starving person...you should. I have at least five coats and as many jackets, raincoats, pairs of trousers, tops, children's toys, books... I'm ashamed of having so much.
    Why aren't they?
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