It is hard to describe the feelings that go through me when I get off the car at a refugee camp. We don’t have one word that tells about all feelings mixed in to one. Joy is definitely there. How can I not feel joy at being around so much life and energy? I get that when I see my own children. But then, at the camps, the surroundings hit me. Then the knowledge of what many have gone through hits me. But then I again see a beautiful face with a beautiful smile.
I’m leaving this entry short and will let you see what I mean, as you watch the video and see the faces for yourself. What do you think of little Leila? :)