Trapped
Asylum Seekers in Greece
Emina Ćerimović and photographer Zalmaï investigate the
mental health crisis facing asylum seekers on the island of Lesbos.
The psychological impact of conflict, exacerbated by harsh conditions, uncertainty and inhumane policies, is not as visible as physical injury. But it's just as life-threatening.
behind the curtain of secrecy
Lesbos, a postcard-perfect vacation island in the northern Aegean Sea, is a haven for people fleeing war in Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan. It symbolizes the hope that somewhere in Europe there is refuge. It is also a graveyard for the countless corpses that have washed ashore on its beautiful coastline. And it’s hell for the thousands who are trapped there, victims of the European Union’s determination to stem the tide of asylum seekers and other migrants by sending a message that they are unwelcome.
For all of its natural beauty, there is much fear on Lesbos. Fear caused by the traumas of war, violence and displacement and of harsh camp conditions, insecurity and uncertain futures. Fear of rejection, detention, and deportation. Fear of going to the toilet in the dark at night, or not eating after two hours in a food line. Fear of lice and scabies. Fear of winter, cold and damp.
The government says almost 15,000 asylum seekers are trapped on the Greek islands, living in extremely harsh, overcrowded conditions as winter sets in. The vast majority fled fighting in Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan. They seek freedom from fear and violence, hoping to find a place where they can work and send their children to school. None of these hopes have come true on the Greek islands.
Dawud, 22, was injured by shelling in Syria and is unable to walk. He couldn’t use the bathrooms unless his brother Ahmed carried him up the hill to the only toilet with a seat – the rest of Moria’s facilities are squat toilets that cannot be used by someone in a wheelchair. "I lost a lot in Syria. I came here to find a safe place, make something for me - that's what I hoped to find here. In Syria the situation is awful; blood everywhere,” he told me. But when he got to Moria, he said, he still didn’t feel safe: “There were fights and shouts every night, it's a horror. I would get startled, scared, and my whole body would shake." He started trembling and stopped talking. Fortunately, after a month in Moria, Dawud was transferred to another site that is more accessible to people with disabilities.
I met two other men who use wheelchairs and live inside Moria: Ali, 22, from Afghanistan, and Mohammed, 45, from Syria. They each told me that smugglers forced them to leave their wheelchair behind before boarding the boat to Greece. "How would you feel if someone asked you to [leave] your feet behind?” asked Ali. “My wheelchair is my feet.”
Waheed, Halima, (they asked me to use pseudonyms instead of their real names) and their three small children share a tent with three other families, down a hill by a narrow road that separates single men from a family area. The showers and toilets are close by – which would be desirable if not for the overpowering smell of sewage. Halima led me to the bathrooms: no locks, no water, feces everywhere. For women and girls, going to the bathroom often brings fear of assault, worsened by the verbal harassment they experience day in and day out from men who hang around just outside the women’s latrines.
Waheed put down extra blankets before I sat on the floor so rocks beneath wouldn’t hurt me. “As you can see we have nothing but these blankets,” he said by way of apology for the damp ground after the previous night’s rain. Halima, who was pregnant, added, “Most nights I can’t sleep. We all have difficulties sleeping. Single men get drunk, they start fighting, there are many fights. The tent can’t protect us from these fights.” Halima fears for her kids. “We don’t let children go out of the tent. Every day there are fights, throwing rocks. The fights are never between two people, but many people fighting.”
Mohammed, Roula’s husband, told me the difficult conditions create a hostile environment among asylum seekers: “The pressures from all this stuff in here, they [the authorities] are doing it to push you to do something illegal to yourself or others. They make us have a lot of hatred against each other,” he said.
The Moria refugee hotspot on the island of Lesbos. Inadequate living conditions and overcrowding, with poor access to basic services and protection, fuels fear among asylum seekers trapped there.
Warning: Keep out
Europe has built walls and adopted policies to keep people out of mainland Europe. The EU deal with Turkey is designed to trap people on the Greek islands so that they can be sent back to Turkey. But why is it necessary to trap people in conditions that clearly put them in danger and cause distress and harm? Hundreds of millions of euros have been spent to address the refugee situation in Greece. So why don’t people have access to basic human needs like clean water, adequate shelter, and sanitation?
The answer seems to be that it sends a deterrent message to other refugees making the risky journey to seek safety in Europe: don’t dream of coming here.
In 2015, hundreds of thousands risked their lives crossing the Aegean sea to escape war in Syria and other violent conflict.
In July I reported on the deteriorating mental health of asylum seekers and migrants on Greek islands, speaking to therapists, lawyers, and asylum seekers about self-harm, suicide attempts, anxiety, and depression. Most people who make this hazardous journey are already traumatized – leaving home, losing loved ones, and surviving bombardment, persecution, and torture at home or along the way. Life in Moria and other island hotspots just makes everything worse – the overcrowded squalor, frequent fights, lack of running water and privacy, and above all, not knowing when things will change for the better.
While the traumas of war and displacement can trigger emotional distress, medical professionals in Greece say that the mental health of asylum seekers and migrants has been harmed by factors related to the EU-Turkey deal, including harsh camp conditions, insecurity, lack of access to services and information, detention, fear of being rejected and deported, and feeling useless.
Nearly everyone I spoke with has waited for hours in front of the asylum office on their appointed day, only to have their asylum interview rescheduled. And it’s happened over and over again. They don’t know when the interview will take place, or how long they will have to stay on the island. “When I went to ask for asylum cards, they said nothing. I want to know - will we receive it in one week or two weeks? Why don’t they tell us?” asked Waheed. “We went to the asylum office and asked how long will we have to stay. They said, ‘maybe five months, maybe six, or a year.’”
I live in fear
Abdulrahman, a 26-year-old Syrian from Damascus, texted me a few days ago. “Fear is much worse than the cold and bad life here,” he wrote. “I live in fear every day of rejection. This is a great horror for me. I do not want to go back to Turkey and I do not want to go back to war and destruction.” When I met Abdulrahman in the Olive Grove section of Moria in September, he had been living in a tent with 12 other people for 2 months. He continues to live there three months later. The Olive Grove is a separate makeshift camp outside the gates of Moria facility, where authorities placed hundreds of people without any security, electricity, showers, or running water. Dozens of families, single women, and children were still living in summer tents in the Olive Grove in early December.
Mehdi Aziz, an Iraqi Kurd with children ages 3 and 4, was arrested at the end of September, 11 months after arriving in Lesbos and detained in the detention pre-removal section inside Moria for three months. The Greek asylum office and Appeal Committee decided Turkey is not a safe third country for Mehdi and his family but found that Iraq is safe, so denied them asylum.
I met Mehdi during his detention. A police officer brought him to meet me. He was trembling, his eyes red from sleepless nights, but he was hopeful. “I’m in jail, I don’t feel well, I have two children, I want to be with them. I didn’t do any problem for myself or anyone else. Why am I here?” he asked, tears in his eyes.
“My daughter just called and asked ‘where are you, baba?’” Mehdi continued. His voice broke off and he started shaking. “I told her I am at a friend’s house – I cannot tell my children I am in jail. They are too little; I don’t want to harm them.”
Mehdi was finally released on December 13 and reunited with his wife Hawar and their three children who live in a volunteer-run camp on Lesbos.
Since we couldn’t interview people freely inside Moria, we visited the One Happy Family Community Center where some families go for counselling, English classes, tea, an escape at least for a few hours. I met Roula and Mohammed there, and a Yezidi family from Iraq: Majed, Susan, and their two youngest of six children.
Finding a quiet place is difficult for those trapped on Lesbos – finding a place to interview people in privacy is nearly impossible. I ended up listening to Majed and Susan inside an impressive old minibus van, with shelves filled with hundreds of books in Arabic, Kurdish, Farsi, English, French, and German. As Majed and Susan told me their story of fleeing Mount Sinjar in Iraq, I watched their 2-year-old daughter fall asleep. She fought against it at first, then closed her eyes and collapsed to the floor after just a few minutes inside this rare quiet place. It was a heart-wrenching moment. I put her on my lap and she slept through my interview with her parents, oblivious to the uncertainty and insecurity of Lesbos.
Many have attempted to end their lives due to extreme emotional distress. The aid agency Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) reported that between June and September, six to seven people arrived each week at their Lesbos mental health clinic following suicide attempts, incidents of self-harm, or psychotic episodes.
Zahra, single mother of a 9-year-old girl, told us she keeps living only because of her daughter. “If I knew she would be safe, I would end my life just to stop all of this,” Zahra said. She added that doctors in Moria turned her away, not recognizing she needed help. “My heart is beating very fast. The doctors said I am fine. But my hands are shaking. I need medication to help with how I feel.”
Emina Ćerimović and her minder in the Moria camp.
During my most recent visit to Lesbos, I was allowed to spend an hour inside a section of Moria for single women and children traveling alone. My ability to interview people was greatly restricted by two security guards who followed me and stayed so close that I could hear them breathing. And that’s when I saw Amal – which means “hope” in Arabic – standing in the corner, tightly holding two books. I was concerned about speaking to anyone in front of the minders, so I gave her my phone number and hoped she would text me when she felt safe to do so.
Afghan asylum seekers at a squat in an abandoned building on Lesbos, Greece. Single young men often face the prospect of being trapped for a very long time on the islands.
Four families totaling 18 people, including an infant and a 70 year-old woman, live inside this tent in Moria