During one day between two night shifts, a few of my team mates and I went to hang out at Afghan Hill in hopes of talking to some refugees who were there. When we got there, I met a young man from Pakistan named Abdur who thankfully spoke english.
A cold rainy day means that no one is outside of the refugee camps here on the island of Lesvos, Greece. Both parents and children hang out in their rooms as they hope that the bad weather will go away. But the weather was just an excuse that God used to invade a small room, full of people, with His presence.