From eastern Greece to the northern tip of France, thousands of migrants fleeing war and persecution tread the Balkan route each day heading for northern Europe. Follow their hazardous journey with FRANCE 24's team of reporters.
Hundreds of thousands of migrants have risked their lives trying to cross the Mediterranean to Europe so far this year, forced into exile by hunger, war and persecution. Many land in Greece, the starting point of a hazardous journey through the Balkans towards northern Europe. Who are they? What are their hopes and dreams? And how do they circumvent Europe's border guards? From Thessaloniki in Greece to Calais in France, FRANCE 24's team of reporters document the migrants' journey to exile, following the men, women and children already changing the face of Europe. Follow their reports every day at 9pm Paris time (GMT+2) and keep track of Fernande van Tets’ tweets and her daily reporter's notebook on FRANCE24.com.
August 31, 2015, on the Greek border with Macedonia. Idomeni is a tiny village of less than 100 people, located 80 kilometres north of Thessaloniki. On Sunday, it was host to some 7,000 migrants eager to cross into Macedonia, according to a UNHCR worker on the ground. FRANCE 24's reporter Fernande van Tets witnessed their passage. “The migrants arrived in busloads and taxis all day and were split into groups by Greek police,” she said, describing chaotic scenes as families struggled to stay together. “The groups took it in turn to cross the railway into Macedonia. Many had to wait for hours in the baking heat. When their turn came, they jostled into position then quickly walked across the tracks in between two trains hurtling past.”
"The migrants were mostly middle class, people who could afford the crossing from Turkey to Greece. They wore trainers and outfits similar to our own. They paid their bus fares and those who could afford to slept in hotels in Greece. Others slept out in the open. All were glad the sea was behind them. The crossing in overcrowded boats and flimsy rubber dinghies was definitely the worst part of their journey. Now they’re just following the westward flow, getting onto buses and trains heading for Serbia. But things will get more difficult again once they reach the Schengen borders.”
"The most impressive thing is not the sheer mass of people, but the personal stories they all carry with them. Like the story of Mountaha, 23, and her husband Anas, 24. Their baby boy Mohamed was born two months ago in Turkey. They want to go to Germany to give him a better life. The couple, who are originally from Damascus, sold their car, house and gold to be able to pay 3,500 euros each to make that dream come true. Anas hopes to be a computer engineer. Mountaha dreams of being a writer."
September 1 on the Macedonian border with Serbia. “Naomie, 17, looks like she is on a train heading for the beach in St. Tropez – not the Macedonian border with Serbia. She wears a large white hat and is immaculately made up with pink lipstick, black eyeliner and mascara. Only two weeks ago, she was living in her family home in the Syrian city of Aleppo where her father is an industrialist. They had a pool, a garden, a dog. Now she is travelling towards Germany, where she has family in Hamburg. Naomie’s hand bears the number 34 in green marker. It's the number of her group when she walked into Macedonia from Greece the day before; the Greek police sort those looking to cross into groups of 50 to ensure the process is orderly. Her train is one of five to have left the Macedonian town of Gevgelivja, near the Greek border, on Monday. It has only one stop: the Serbian border. The trains are organised by the government and the aim is to keep people moving, as fast as possible. It's a marked change for the migrants and refugees. Until June, they were not allowed on public transport and had to make their way on foot or buy a bike. It takes eight days to walk across Macedonia.
Today, it takes just four hours. I was struck by the huge variety of people on the train. All were able to pay the 10 euro fare. Some, like Naomie and her cousin Hanin, come from Syria’s wealthy elite. Hanin is embarrassed to travel this way, but says she will do anything to keep her children safe from the war. There are also people like Imad, a low-level public servant from Douma, a suburb of Damascus, who was arrested, tortured and thrown in jail. He is almost out of money and has no idea where he is going. Many on the train ask me for advice on where to go. Most take a nap, children and men stretching out in the aisles.
Upon arrival at the last train station in Macedonia, people mostly ignore the offers of free food and drink. A few pay for a bottle of chilled water or juice from the locals who sell their wares in wheel barrows on the tiny platform. At the other side of the tracks, buses arrive, carrying more people. A long line of men, women and children snakes into the distance, across the fields and into Serbia.”
September 2 in Presevo, Serbia. “The first impression of Presevo, Serbia’s southernmost outpost, is one of a multitude of colourful tents pitched along the main street. This is a key stop on the migrants’ journey towards northern Europe. All have to go through a makeshift registration centre, located in a former tobacco factory. Outside the gates, hundreds surge forwards in a bid to enter, but Serbian police stand in their way. The army is present too.
There are two lines, one for families and a longer one for young men. The men face a long wait as children get priority. Around midday, a scuffle breaks out, batons are raised. We are allowed inside the centre under the supervision of a government minder. Police inside are nervous, overwhelmed by the sheer number of applicants and the journalists that follow them. Some officers soon get into an argument with our minder. The compound is equipped with toilets, showers and tents to provide some shade. The migrants are searched, registered, fingerprinted and photographed – but we’re not allowed to film any of this.
I was happy to see old faces, including Naomie, whose white hat stands out. She tells me they were allowed in after a few hours’ wait. We also catch up with Uday, whom we first met on Sunday as he walked across the border between Greece and Macedonia with his sister, wife and three children. They have already registered and secured the precious piece of paper bearing the name of an asylum centre, written in Serbian. Nobody plans to go to these centres, but they need the piece of paper to check into a hotel – and, crucially, use local transport. Outside the building, bus companies clamour for their business, hiring Arabic translators and posting maps with their routes to Belgrade and Subotica – on the Hungarian border.”
Date created : 2015-08-31