The German Selma and the Syrian Husam had an immediate click by their first meeting on Lesbos. They were evenly matched and had many questions.
‘Why are you on Lesbos?’ Husam asked. The heat of the day was slowly making way for some cooler air. ‘I am here on vacation with my mother and my sister,’ Selma explained, ‘and you?’
‘I am travelling to Germany,’ Husam said. He told everything about the dangerous boat trip from that afternoon; about how there were 50 people propped on a boat meant for 30. The black rubber boat was dangerously low in the water. Luckily the sea was as smooth as a mirror.
It was never the intention, but because of the war Husam’s family now all lived in different countries. While his brother remained in Syria, another part of the family was already in Germany.
‘If I had remained in Syria I would have had to become part of a group,’ Husam said. ‘Because I did not want to do this there was no other option except to leave.’ He thought for a moment. ‘And I want to continue on with my life and my work.’