Not Numbers

Tales of people fleeing to Europe — let’s get to the stories behind the numbers

Not NumbersFeb 85 min read

Our Family on a Basketball

by Ann Doherty

I met H in early October, when he first arrived in Amsterdam with about 30 other refugees. It was my first-ever shift at De Regenboog, a local social organisation that provides food, beds, warm clothing and comfort to weary travellers who…

Not NumbersNov 25, 20156 min read

The Boat

Metres away from shore, within touching distance of safety, comes the most dangerous part of…

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Not NumbersDec 17, 20155 min read

A Day on the Shores of Greece

Chaos abounds at the emergency camps set up for people arriving into Europe.

by: David Engel

The phone went off. It was a text from Charly, the coordinator of the Norwegian…

Not NumbersNov 23, 20154 min read

The Death Trip

From Syria to Amsterdam, on foot and by boat; it’s a perilous journey.

By Waseem Khrtabeel

It was my 8th week greeting refugees at Centraal Station. I was waiting for an international train to arrive with…

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Her Name Was Yasmine

Sometimes, all it takes is a balloon to make a kid smile again.By Anonymous ¶ It was at the beginning of September and I was going to an old bank office in Amsterdam. ¶ The Red Cross had given me an evening shift at the refugee centre they had set up in the 15 storey building for families, women and children travelling alone. It was the first time I had seen an actual refugee camp from the inside, except from the AZC some of my classmates lived in when I was in primary school.

Not NumbersNov 23, 2015

You are Safe

With 24 hours to flee their country, this mother and her son arrive on the brink of passing out.By Noémie Winkel ¶ There I stood, at Amsterdam Central Station wearing a bright orange ‘Refugees Welcome’ t-shirt. I noticed a family who had just arrived and seemed very confused. I greeted them and the boy replied in perfect English: “Hello, thank you. My mother does not seem well.” ¶ Her eyes were rolling around, she looked like she was going to pass out. I gave her some water and a banana, while trying to figure out where the fuck I was going to find a doctor.

Not NumbersNov 4, 2015

‘Auntie, Auntie’

‘Auntie, Auntie’

A Syrian mother and her two sons arrive in The Netherlands, scared, tired and alone.

Not NumbersNov 4, 2015