Moria is a transit camp and registration point for refugees arriving on the island of Lesvos from Turkey. Better Days for Moria is a group of individuals who have come from far and wide to improve the humanitarian situation in the camp. We have set up our own services right next to the official registration camp: a place to make people feel welcome and to give out aid such as dry clothes, food and hot tea.

We are one of the many grassroots operation groups working in Lesvos where everyone takes the reigns collaboratively. Our progress has been impressive and inspiring – we have come so far since the disastrous situation in October! The common goal among the volunteers is to bring a sense of humanity and care to the difficult journey these people are experiencing. We are always looking for more good souls to join our team.

BDFM was built on the olive grove in response to an immediate crisis, however it is not the most ideal location for a long term camp, since Moria was converted from an open to a closed camp. Due to this, the decision was made to pack up the camp and then keep everything in storage till we’re ready to build it up again somewhere, either on Lesvos or on the mainland.

Better Days for Moria is currently undergoing maitenance and CLOSED for now.

Stay tuned for updates. 

Immigration Denmark: Permanent Resident Permits

Immigration Denmark: Permanent Resident Permits

A temporary residence and work permit coursed through one of the Immigration Denmark Schemes such as the Danish Green Card scheme, Positive List Scheme, Pay Limit Scheme, Corporate Scheme or any other special considerations from the Immigration Denmark special schemes could very well be the ticket to a permanent resident permit.

A foreign national 18 years old and above who is a holder of a temporary Danish residence permit for a minimum of four years can apply for permanent resident permit as stipulated in Immigration Denmark rules as long as he passes the requirements. In instances where the requirements are not met, he should apply for an extension of his current temporary residence permit.

Middle Eastern migrants, who came from Germany by ferry and train Sunday night, and are walking from Rodby in southern Denmark towards Sweden on Monday Sept. 7, 2015. 

If you have been a holder of a temporary residence permit and you believe that you are now qualified to apply for permanent residency permit, it is a requisite for you to score a total of 100 points from three categories set by Immigration Denmark protocol. The categories are Fundamental requirements for a total of 70 points, active requirements for 15 points and supplementary requirements for another 15 points.

Under the Immigration Denmark, the Fundamental requirements must all be met to score 70 points. The first is that you should have legally resided in Denmark for the last four years. You should not have committed any serious crime. You must not have any past due public debt. You must not have been receiving any type of public assistance at least three years before your application for a permanent residency. There are other stipulations stated in the Fundamental requirements pertaining to employment, language proficiency and more.

It is possible to obtain 15 points in two ways under active citizenship in Immigration Denmark ruling. The first is to show that you are an active citizen by being an active member of any organisation for at least a year. The second means is to take the Active Citizen Exams held every June and December.

Find Your Occupation

The Denmark positive list is a list of occupations which the Denmark Government has determined to be highly employable in Denmark.  Those professionals who are qualified for the employment areas in the positive list are seen as the most likely immigrants to be successful Denmark citizens.

An Immigrant applicant should look at the positive list and if his occupation is listed, he has a better chance of being offered a job.  The profession is most likely having a temporary shortage of qualified personnel.  Nordic citizens are free to reside, work and study in Denmark.  If you are seeking residence in Denmark and you are an EU/EEA or Swiss citizen covered by the freedom of movement of EU citizens, there may be special regulations regarding your stay in Denmark.

The positive list covers those individuals involved in Academic work; Management; IT and telecommunication; Sales, purchases and marketing; Educational, social and religious work; Health, healthcare and personal care; and Education.  An overview of the job titles included in the Positive List with their requirements and job specifications are available according to the different professional fields.

Candidates for immigration in Denmark are initially granted a residence permit for three years.  The permit is issued using a point-based system of individual evaluation for the final issuance of the Denmark Green Card.  Under the Green Card scheme, the minimum number of points to secure a residence permit in Denmark is 100.  These points are based on age, adaptability, language skills, work experience and educational level.  The candidate’s job must be in the Denmark Positive List.

The jobs listed in the list require a minimum educational level of a Professional Bachelor’s Degree.  There are also specialised jobs where a Danish authorisation should be obtained and they are stated explicitly.  An example is a foreign-trained doctor who must obtain authorisation from the Danish National Board of Health.

Spouses, cohabiting partners or registered partners, including children 18 years old and below of holders of a residence and work permit covered by the Denmark Positive List are likewise eligible for residence permits.  However, family members must live together at the same address in Denmark and each member must find a means of support.  During the time the residency permit is valid, the spouse or partner is allowed full-time work in Denmark.

How the Denmark Immigration Website Can Help You

Are you planning to go for your next holiday trip to Denmark? Or are you interested to study in Denmark? Or may be one of your close relative who resides in Denmark has invited you to work over there?

Whatever be the reason, the bottom line is that you are planning to immigrate to Denmark, one of the most powerful EU members. Either you wish to visit Denmark or plan to stay over there for a long time, the first thing you need to do is clearing all the Denmark Immigration rules and regulations.

Now, you might be wondering as to how to do this. Visit the Denmark Immigration Website, the official website of the Danish government for conducting all the immigration related issues.

The Ministry of Refugee, Immigration and Integration Affairs of Danish government is in charge of this Denmark Immigration Website which works as a thread between the country and the interested foreigners. As it introduces itself as the official portal for foreigners and integration, Denmark Immigration Website acts like a guide who will help the foreign citizens in each step to obtain Danish visa or permits. Whether you are coming to Denmark or you have queries regarding the integration and citizenship, visit this official website of Danish government and it will guide you in the right way. Not only immigration related queries, it also helps the students and the job seekers to find all the necessary information.

As this website is updated around the clock, the visitors get the latest information on any issues. To provide a warm welcome to its worldwide visitors, this Denmark Immigration Website is available in all the major languages. Foreign nationals can also download any immigration form from this website and enjoy its Online Application facility.

So plan your Denmark visit in the most hassle-free way with Denmark Immigration Website. You may rest assured that your stay in Denmark will be free of any legal complications.

The Migrant Mother

The Migrant Mother

Her name was Florence, she was just 32 years old and had come from Oklahoma to California some dozen years before, to a land of promise — a promise which, for her, had not been kept. On New Years eve, 1924 she had arrived, with her husband Cleo Owens and her three children.

Her first house was in Shafter, California. Though it was small and poor, it was as much as she had in Oklahoma. But this place and these times held a promise of something more for her and her family. To own her own home, to raise her kids and give them more than she had had, to live the American dream.

There was work in the mills and factories of California for Cleo. He was a frail man and light of build. A near death fight with pneumonia, at age twenty-one, had left his lungs weak, making them a target for any germ that happened along. His only excesses were a tendency to overwork himself to provide for his family, and his deep, and intense love for Florence.

Cleo had married Florence over the objections of his own family, who all felt that Florence was too headstrong. They all predicted that the marriage would fail, a bad sin in 1920. A wife was there to raise the kids and do as she was told by her husband. Florence, in contrast, was only 17 when she informed Cleo’s family that they would never rule her or her kids. She loved Cleo, but she was who she was and that was that! (Cleo’s people knew that Florence was at least half Cherokee, but they did not know that she was Full blood Cherokee and the grand-daughter of the renegade outlaw Ned Christie, who had died in a shootout with a whole posse rather then be subdued by any man.)

In 1925 Florence and Cleo moved to Porterville, some fifty miles north of Shafter, where he and his brothers had found good work at good wages in the sawmill. Then they moved again, this time to Oroville, to work in the mill there. In 1927 there fourth child, a son was born. Later the same year the mill burnt and they had to move to a small town in Merced County.

Merced Falls was then the county seat of Merced County; it sat on the eastern edge of the San Joaquin valley, just barely in the foothills, and consisted only of five or six streets, one store and one school. The people were kind and caring, but it was also a company town: anyone who worked, worked for the mill, even the store keeper, for that too was owned by the mill. Life was good, full and happy. In September of 1929, Florence gave birth to the fifth of her ten children, a girl, Ruby. Soon after that happy event, however, another event 3,000 miles away sealed the fate of the town, and a family.

The Wall Street Crash of 1929 was little noticed in Merced Falls; it’s doubtful if anyone understood what it would mean to their town. As the Great Depression moved across the land, little would remain as it had been. Though the mill tried to hold on with small orders through 1938, for most of its workers the end came in ’31. Cleo was one of many to lose his job. There was no other work; all they could do was move on, to join that army of people working the fields and orchards of California, the migrants.

Cleo and Florence’s first “migration” was back to Oroville in Northern California, where he joined his sisters and brothers, who had left Merced Falls earlier to work in the fields.

After picking peaches all day, Cleo and his brothers came home covered in peach fuzz, tiny hair-like fuzz that itches and demands to be washed off. The little cabin they all shared had no “indoor” plumbing, so off to the Feather River they went to clean the day’s dirt from their bodies. Besides, the days were hot, and a dip in the river would feel good.

That night Cleo began to feel ill; it was hard for him to breathe in the house so he moved outside to a cot on the porch. Early the next morning they found him with a high fever. They nursed him as best they could — there was no money for doctors or medicine — and on the fourth night he asked to talk to Florence alone. His sister later recalled that they spoke softly, Florence sitting, holding Cleo’s head in her lap, leaning over to hear him. They talked for hours into the night, then she kissed him and rose and went in to the house and told his sister that he would like her company. She sat with him throughout the night. He never spoke. In the cool hours before sunrise he left, his breath so light that his sister never knew the moment. He was just 32 years old.

Cleo was buried in Oroville, in an unmarked pauper’s grave. That same afternoon, his family met to discuss what to do about Cleo’s kids! Cleo and Florence had five kids, and another due in less than six months.

The meeting took less than an hour: all they had to do was decide who would take what kid to raise, while Florence waited outside with the kids. The family made their choices, then went outside to “tell” Florence.

But Florence spoke first: “I know what you want to do, but it’s not right and I’m not going to let you, any of you take Cleo’s kids. I made a promise to Cleo to see his kids raised, and by God I’m going to keep that promise.” Cleo’s sister spoke up, saying, “But, Florence, we only want to help. To relieve you of the burden of trying to raise these kids alone. ” Florence looked her in the eyes, and said, “Then help me; be my sisters and my brothers. Be the uncles and the aunts they need. But I’m their mother and they’ll stay with me.” And they stayed with her, for a promise made was a promise kept.

During the next two years, Florence stayed around Oroville while her husband’s family followed the crops around the state, returning to winter at Oroville. In 1933, Florence informed them that she was expecting. The whole family was in a uproar, but Florence refused to reveal to them who the father was. Proud as she was, she took her kids and returned to her mother in Oklahoma to have the baby.

Florence returned to California the following year, driving herself and the six kids. She left the sickly baby with her mother in Oklahoma. Florence joined the army of migrant workers in the San Joaquin valley. From one town and field to another, from one camp to the next. They stayed and worked in every town from the Imperial Valley to Redding far in the north of the state. She and her children remember well the government camp at Lamont (near weed patch). But such nice camps were rare. Florence counted herself luckily whenever she had a real wood floor under the tent.

The year was 1936, the place a few miles south of San Luis Obispo on U.S. 101, the time was early morning. The car, overheated, it’s water pump gone bad, died and coasted to a stop just inside the camp. They had been forced to rush north, from the town of Calipatia in the Imperial Valley, where it had snowed and killed the pea crop there, they needed to get work in the pea crop around Nipomo. The car’s water pump had given out and they had barely made it. They hoped now to make enough money to fix the car and move on to the next field, the next crop on the Harvest Trail.

As fate would have it, a freak cold snap had killed the peas here the night before. There would be no work in this place, not this year. Those that could had already left; the others (some two thousand persons) had nowhere to go and no way to get there if they did. The look of hunger was already in the camp; within a week death would be there too. First, the very young, and the very old. Soon the locals would descend on the camp, arresting some, beating others, but scattering all to the four winds. Florence had seen it all before. The need to move on quickly was upper most in everyone’s mind.

Jim Hill had joined the family a year before, and acted as husband and father to Florence and her children. Florence was grateful. The camp they had stopped in was ankle deep in mud from the rains. As Jim and nine year old Troy took the car apart, an unforeseen problem occurred. Troy accidentally put a screwdriver through the radiator. Now there was even more problems, and much more money was needed. Money the family just didn’t have.

The following morning, Jim and Troy walked down the road, hoping to find a place to get car parts with what little money they had. Soon after they left, Florence was moved to a different camp only a mile or so away. This camp was on sandy soil rather than the adobe soil of the first camp. The car could not be moved, Florence left a message with the other people who remained in the first camp that when the men returned, tell them where she was.

Florence sat up the tent at the entrance to the new camp; she didn’t want Jim to miss her when he came walking down the road. Camping here would mean a long walk to get water and it was the most dangerous if the camp was attacked, but where she would wait for Jim and her son, Troy. Florence sat down under the tent. How long she sat she didn’t know, her mind perhaps on the past, of promises lost and promises kept. Perhaps she was thinking of the new infant in her arms, or the young girls around her. Perhaps her thoughts were on Cleo, and the world, as the world had seemed a dozen years ago.

Then a shiny new car (it was only two years old) pulled into the entrance, stopped some twenty yards in front of Florence and a well-dressed woman got out with a large camera. She started taking Florence’s picture. With each picture the woman would step closer. Florence thought to herself, “Pay her no mind. The woman thinks I’m quaint, and wants to take my picture.” The woman took the last picture not four feet away then spoke to Florence: “Hello, I’m Dorthea Lange, I work for the Farm Security Administration documenting the plight of the migrant worker. The photos will never be published, I promise.” Florence said, “Okay, if you think it will help.” The woman turned, walked away, got in her car, and was gone.

The next day the promise was broken: Florence’s picture taken by the well-dressed lady was on the front page of all the newspapers. The story told of the hunger and the needs of the people of the camps. By the third day cars and trucks began to arrive at the camps with food and supplies for the people in need. All were fed, many given clothes and help with car repairs. It was a miracle of love and giving. Doctors came to help the sick and the weak. Many jobs were offered and the people were grateful. But Florence wasn’t there to see it.

Back in Shafter, Florence’s oldest boy, LeRoy twelve, was working as a paperboy and staying with his Uncle Bill. He picked up the day’s papers to sell and his mother’s picture hit him in the face. He ran all the way to his uncle’s place to tell them his mother was dead. Why else would a poor person’s picture be in the newspaper? His uncle quickly read the newspaper, got into his car and headed off to rescue Florence: that’s what families were for.

Feeding the Homeless – Free Pancakes

Feeding the Homeless – Free Pancakes


What is the cheapest way to feed a lot of people for little to no money? Pancakes!

Pancakes are one of the favorite recipes of many. People love having it for breakfast, for lunch, and for dinner. Be it any time of the day, you can have pancakes.

They are instant energy providers. The best part about making pancakes is that one can modify the ingredients according to one’s own preferences.

Many have doubts about how to make the perfect pancake. Pancake making is no rocket science provided you know what the exact procedure is. In this piece of information, the art of making pancakes is given step by step.

For those who do not have the time to make the pancake batter at home, then you can buy the batter that is readily available in the shops.

What do you need to make a pancake?

We will be using an outdoor griddle to make these pancakes, which is my favorite technique to make A LOT of pancakes. We are dividing the list of ingredients into dry and wet ingredients.

Dry Ingredients:

1 to 1 ½ cups of All Purpose Flour-for the diet conscious people, a mix of the right proportions of wheat and All-Purpose Flour would do well.

3 to 3 1’/2 teaspoons of Baking Powder (to make the pancakes much softer and fluffy). If you feel that the baking powder is not good for you, you can avoid that.

2-3 tablespoons of Sugar-Powdered Sugar should be used. For the fitness freaks, using brown sugar is the best option. Make sure to powder the sugar well before you use it, there should not be any huge, rough pieces of sugar in it.

Salt-Use a pinch of salt. This enhances the batter froth as well as combines with the sugar to give it a unique taste.

Wet Ingredients:

Milk-One can use any form of milk. For the vegans, almond milk can also be used. For the fitness freaks, low-fat milk is the best option. The others can prefer full-fat milk or whole milk.

1-2 blocks of Butter. The amount of butter can vary with the number of pancakes you want to make. For the vegans, melted coconut oil is a great option.

1 Egg. This egg adds the texture to the pancakes and gives you the softest pancakes. Make sure to add the egg. However, the vegans can omit this option.

Few drops of Vanilla Extract- Add few drops of vanilla extract in order to infuse the vanilla flavor or one can even use almond extract. If you want the pancake to be healthier, then you can replace these with peanut butter. This gives you the natural flavor of the pancake as well as it is a healthy option.

How to make these yummy pancakes?

Follow these steps dutifully to get some of the best tasting pancakes.

Mix separately and blend together

This is a serious step you need to always follow in order to get the best pancakes. Never put all the ingredients at a stretch in a bowl and mix it. Mix the items mentioned under the dry ingredients separately and the items mentioned under the wet ingredients separately. This is done to make sure that the items blend together well and there are no lumps that are formed in the dish. Add the separately mixed ingredients together in a bowl and start whisking it. Add in water little by little and use a blender in order to blend the ingredients well. Keep the batter ready.

Using an outdoor griddle to make these delicacies

Heat the pan or a griddle over a medium heat. We found some amazing griddle recipes on griddlechef, which is a blog dedicated to cooking with griddles.

A friend of the family had a large outdoor griddle that we decided to use, which can be used to make many pancakes at once. The pan can be used when you do not have to make many pancakes. Once the pan is heated, sprinkle few drops of water. If the water splutters, then it is an indication that the pan is well heated.

Always make sure to keep the pan or griddle over medium heat. When the pans are heated too much, then they do not cook the pancakes properly instead they burn the flour once they are poured into the pan.

If you like it thin, use a small flat ladle and if you like it thick, use a large hollow ladle

Before you pour the batter, use a brush to apply a layer of butter or vegetable oil on to the pan. This makes sure that the batter does not stick to the pan. Do not take a huge ladle of flour, use a medium sized one. Some like the pancakes thin, some like it thick.

Use the right ladle accordingly. If you are going to add in some Choco nibs or any other flavor after pouring in the mixture, make sure that the pancake is thick. It is the same case with the pouring in of the batter by mixing the extra ingredients in the bowl itself. These pancakes do not need any syrup to serve it as they come in with in-built flavor. If you are making your pancakes thin, then you need to serve them with syrup.

Flip only when fully cooked

After you pour in the batter, wait for about 2-3 minutes. The air bubbles on the pancakes should burst and the pancake should no longer be too moist. If it is moist, wait for another minute. When these signals show up, flip the pancake. After flipped, you might not know if the other side is properly cooked or not. The subsiding of the steam coming from the pancake is an indication that the pancake has been cooked properly.

Now, your pancakes are ready to serve.

We are using berry syrup and more them generously over each pancake and stack them together. This makes a great dish. Serve it alongside some soft butter. One could also use honey in the same style to serve. If you want it healthier, then prefer fruit syrup. For the fitness freaks, using maple syrup is the best option. Slice some strawberries or blueberries and place them on these pancakes.

So, now you have mastered the art of making the best pancakes. It is now time to head to the kitchen and impress your family and friends with your exceptional pancake making skills. This recipe also comes handy for those who have not even tried making pancakes before.


On the Road Again

On the Road Again

I pull into the camp around 11:35 pm in a two-door, manual transmission convertible called the Party Car. The Party Car is gray and has a charm hanging from its rear-view mirror – bear claws and the talons of some birds of prey. The talons kept catching on my gloves. The Party Car is a beautiful machine.

It`s a very dark night (though pretty much all of the nights are dark at Moria) and I see the lights of the camp. I hear drumming and stomping and shouting. I park right where the buses usually stop and turn off the car, making sure to lock it properly as the Party Car is borrowed.

I have been sick the last few days, and so I`m not expecting how empty the camp is. There are a few men gathered around a few fire barrels, but the noise is coming from the info tent, which I run up to.

The opening is jammed full of people clapping and laughing, facing into a circular clearing in the center of the tent, where two guys are dancing with each other, one tall guy with a black leather jacket and a shorter, pudgier guy with a purple fleece jacket that some how suits him really really well. There are drummers on the left and right – the drum on the left is louder. I don’t know if it`s a specifically Pakistani drum or not but it sounds flat and bright.

There is also a volunteer with a black guitar.Paris is at the door in his distinctive high-vis jacket.I`m glad the camp is empty tonight, he shouts over the ruckus. It`s true that this kind of cheerful, relaxed atmosphere wouldn`t have been possible otherwise.

I watch for a while. The volunteers are all on the outside of the circle, watching and clapping. It`s only refugees that are actively engaged. I have visions of jumping in with them, bridging that divide. There`s a lot of rhythmic stomping in this kind of dancing, you basically stomp in time to the beat and wiggle your hips, shoulders, arms in patterns.

I don`t know if the patterns are meaningful, but the whole scene is an obvious celebration of reaching Europe at last, in safety, with hope.

A new man gets into the circle, and the others bow out. He is small, around my size. He has black hair (like all of them) and a blue sweater with brown leather elbow patches. One of the sleeves is pulled over what is apparently a missing hand.

I realize that I am waiting for an invitation to join the dance, and that it won`t come. I`ve got to jump in on my own initiative, the same way I came to the camp on my own initiative.

With my coat and jacket and shawl and hat and everything else still on, I stomp in. The dancing one armed man looks at me, and stomps towards me.

I don`t know if the dance is a sort of competition, or what. But he locks my gaze and I try to copy him.

This man is in his element, all hips and booty, all elaborate hand movements that look like oil in water in slow motion, or sped-up movies of vines growing. I imagine his history, how maybe he grew up in a small village somewhere in the mountains and had his hand crushed by a plow, or maybe a falling stone, or maybe a land mine. His movements are definitely homoerotic, and I wonder also if in the gender segregated society he comes from this kind of dancing is a traditional role for young gay men.

I know so little about where these people come from.

Soon I get too hot to continue, and I retreat to take off a few of my layers. When I take off my hat, there is a lot of laughing – my shaved head is steaming.

It`s now 11:57 – three minutes until the new year. Because no one has a second hand, I start a stopwatch. We do the countdown. Everyone cheers, I hug everyone within reach. Etc, etc.

There were two other notable things that happened that night before I got back into the Party Car to drive back to Mytilini:

First, someone knocked over my cup of `voluntea,` my hot mulled wine. I took this as an excellent omen for my new year, having heard that when accidents like that happen it means the bad luck happened to the cup, not to you.

Second, Cassandra dropped a cup of diesel each into two fire barrels. These were our fireworks, and they couldn`t have been better.

Dealing With Harsh Weather

Dealing With Harsh Weather

Weather has an odd impact on camp life. Boats swamp us when it’s dry and beautiful and usually stop when the seas are rough and pouring and awful, which can be a relief. But on the other hand, rain at the camp disrupts what little order exists completely.

Not only is rain terribly dispiriting and to be avoided at all costs when you have no viable means of getting dry, but all of our infrastructure is built at the base of a long hill, where the water pools into a long, muddy, deep, lake.

The info tent was crammed to capacity with Syrian families trying to get out of the rain. On the right as you entered the tent a teenager was sleeping, nestled in space blankets, as his mother and two year old sister (quite cute in her hot pink jacket, but crying nonetheless) sat next to him.

It seemed babies were sleeping on every surface. In these situations, where people are simply waiting and feeling miserable, tea and baby food usually help shift the energy from cold and desperate to something resembling cheerfulness. It mostly worked.

At clothing distribution, predictably, there was a run on ponchos. The best ones come in these little sealed packs the size of a wallet (best because they can be handed out easily, and because style becomes a moot question). We had a box or two of multicolored ones, but eventually ran out and had to give everyone ponchos with little pink flowers on them (pictured left).

Around five in the afternoon, during an idle moment, I watched a kid fall bodily into our little mud lake. Despite its obvious slapstick value, I brought him and his mother immediately into the clothing distribution tent for a completely new wardrobe. It’s unfortunate that this is what it takes for a kid to obtain a ‘brand new’ set of clothes, but such is our situation.

Meanwhile, volunteers were digging a beautiful network of gutters and trenches to divert water flow from the tents. The trenches were planned by an American I hadn’t met before whose name I didn’t catch, but who seemed to have some construction experience (at least, he seemed like he knew what he was doing).

The trenches were a tangible, muddy, satisfying project. With pick and hoe and spade, we drained a lot of puddles. Andres, a Spaniard who had arrived the day before but whose luggage had been lost on the airplane, was one of the main volunteers. When he swung the ax to break up roots or clear stones, the mud flew up and sprayed him all over his laughing face.

Europe’s Disappearing Water and Some Simple Solutions

Europe’s Disappearing Water and Some Simple Solutions

Researchers come for the first time with a well-substantiated and fairly precise calculation of the amount of groundwater on earth. Based on multiple datasets and more than 40,000 groundwater models, they establish that 23 million (km³) of groundwater can be found on earth. Of this, 0.35 million (km³) are younger than fifty years.

Solution to the Decline in Freshwater Supply

The research also shows that below six percent of the ‘modern’ groundwater within the top two kilometers on earth can be renewed within the period of a lifetime. Secondary cities or small towns are generally not served by national public water companies. Although municipalities have the power to operate the water service on a decentralized basis, they often lack the capital and technical expertise to do so.

Municipalities often prefer to improve the operational performance of existing regional or local public water companies or to strengthen community management. In other cases, they choose to use the technical expertise of the private sector to provide more efficient, affordable and sustainable water and sanitation services. There is no ready-made solution to the many challenges of improving water and sanitation services.

NASA data shows the world is running out of water

Experts from the space agency NASA analyzed the received images from satellites and came to the conclusion that in the next hundred years many countries will remain without water. Scientists have drawn attention to the fact that the supply of fresh water is very quickly reduced. The main reason for this is global warming and a high concentration of carbon dioxide.

On the Earth drinking water ends

According to scientific experts, first of all, such countries as Nepal, the Caucasus and the north of India will suffer from the drought. Also, states that are in the south of the United States of America, Belgium, the Netherlands can suffer.

As for the countries of Europe, in the nearest hundred years the drought will not threaten them. In Russia, one should not be afraid of the disappearance of water to the inhabitants of Eastern Siberia and the Far East.

According to scientists, so far nothing can be done to increase the amount of fresh water on Earth. However, in the near future there is a chance to change something, since NASA representatives have some ideas that will help to solve this problem.

Developing action plans for local financial institutions to help them better understand the water sector and provide appropriate financial products. In Benin, local commercial banks are committed to supporting the water sector by providing various financing instruments to enable private operators in small towns to expand service and make new water connections. In the Philippines, the most common type of PPP for EAF in small towns is the Joint Venture which allows the private sector to provide equity or loans.

Our Shrinking Fresh Water Supply

Let’s not forget: the water we pollute is the same one we drink. So, to keep fresh water clean and clean, it is better to take care of it; it begins with the supply.

Freshwater is very unevenly distributed on the surface of the planet.

Just look at a world map. However, it should be kept in mind that a country or region may be relatively rich in fresh water and poor in drinking water (even with rather wide drinking criteria). For example, Bangladesh is a country where one of the great rivers of the planet runs but which is sorely lacking in drinking water. The same goes along the Niger and this may be due to sediments carried by the river or potential infections it contains, or both.

That said, in Europe we have a lot of fresh water, but it is less and less drinkable by the fault of the Man who always considered this water as a public good, free and usable to the envy, we do not We will soon realize how much it represents (this is already the case in Brittany, for example), which will be paid for by the community as a whole and not only by the polluters.

Simply because things are difficult to quantify and that justice has a logic, my faith, very different from the ecology, in this area in any case, if only because it works a posteriori, so that the water is already polluted when she can intervene.

Greek Mob Profiting From their Citizens

Greek Mob Profiting From their Citizens

Yesterday we had a three hour meeting at a long long table in an otherwise empty restaurant. There were 24 of us – shift leaders, distribution coordinators, infrastructure guys – anyone who identified as being part of the ‘core team’ and showed up.

The table stretched the full length of the long room. On one extreme sat our captains, the founders of Better Days for Moria. Behind them were full length windows, through which we could see the snow and the street. Across the street was the Aegean Sea, and it looked very cold and gray and not at all pleasant to fall into.I was sitting on the other extreme. Behind me was a wall decorated with fish nets and shells, and also adorned with a flatscreen television.

The purpose of this meeting was to get on the same page. With so many volunteers spread so thin both geographically and shift-wise, there really is no substitute for face to face communication.

The restaurant manager, a tall man with a sort of off-putting smile, went around the table and took orders for Greek Coffee. After he finished, Kiki read the agenda, which she had compiled from the WhatsApp ‘Core Team’ chat. The manager came back halfway through and noisily passed out the coffees, practically talking over Kiki as he asked who had wanted medium sweet?

We introduced ourselves: Ramon, a Dutch ex-military man who’s building a new machine to dry over 500 shoes a day; Kai, a 19 year old who has been manning clothing distribution; Tarah, Canadian, also in clothing distribution and who just pushed her flight home back a couple of months; Camilla, who has years of experience working in refugee camps in South Sudan.

There was a small black dog running around, jumping on people’s laps. He kept scratching his right ear, and when I saw him up close I saw he had scratched all the hair off and he was bleeding a little bit. An hour in people started ordering appetizers – garlic bread and feta, olives. The olives were tasteless.

Elena reminds people to run new projects by her, so she can run them by the lawyer.

I give people an overview of the new volunteer coordination system, and give them my number in case of legal trouble.

This is a room full of smart people who mean business. Amy, sitting next to her husband, Colin, makes an abstract observation, saying that it would be great if there were more communication between infrastructure and shift leaders so that they know what’s coming. She follows up by asking for some concrete details, and the room at large learns that infrastructure plans to remove the hoop house housing clothing distribution and the medical clinic to replace it with a structure that complies better with zoning requirements.

Tarah is doodling on her napkin, but overall the feeling is productive. We all learned a lot today.