Archie and Wissam were the youngest who participated in our project. Before their conversation began they were busy collecting pine cones.
‘What is your favourite sport?’ Archie asked later on the swings. ‘Push ups,’ Wissam said enthusiastically. He demonstrated them. He had learned how to do them during karate lessons in Damascus.
‘And what about fooball?’ Archie asked because Archie was a real football fan. He looked a bit shocked when Wissam said without any hesitation that he didn’t like football very much, but did like making houses with his clay. And from the little fish Nemo. ‘I like to play with my Lego,’ Archie then said, ‘and my favourite colour is red.’
At the time of this discussion Wissam was still under the impression that he was out on an adventure with his family instead of fleeing. On Lesbos he was given nice colouring books and markers which he, while sitting on his father’s backpack, enthusiastically coloured in.
But the adventure soon became less fun when night fell and they had to sleep outside on a parking lot while it was cold. In the weeks that followed, during the difficult journey through Greece, Macedonia, Serbia and Hungary, Wissam angrily asked his parents