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On the migrant trail: ‘I will walk to Germany’

FRANCE 24's Fernande van Tets (right), with fellow reporters Adel Gastel (left) and Karim Hakiki (centre).

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

Click here to watch our report on rising anti-immigrant rhetoric in Hungary

September 4 in Budapest, Hungary. “At Keleti train station in Budapest we spent a lot of time with a woman called Amira, from Qamishli in the north of Syria who we had met the night before when she was getting ready to sleep outside the station on a piece of cardboard with her four-month-old son. She was quite calm when we first met her but the next morning, after sleeping badly for the third night, she was angry and overwhelmed by the hopelessness of the situation.

Amira and her 4-month-old son Fawaz, from Syria, outside Keleti train station in Budapest. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

However, later in the day - when we began the long march to the Austrian border – the hope was tangible. It was great because people were finally able to do something – they were fed up with all the waiting.

'I have a ticket to Munich and the Hungarian government stole my money. But it’s okay because god gave me two feet and I’ll just walk to Germany,' one man told us.

There was such a huge variety of people on the march to Austria. We saw a man with one leg on crutches, people in wheelchairs, and people pushing buggies. The line of marchers stretched back over a kilometre along the highway out of Budapest. As night fell, the women and children started to fall behind, as the children were clearly exhausted, but everyone kept going.

A man on crutches sets out on the long march from Budapest to Austria. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

We met one family with five children. The children were scared of the volumes of the traffic and the family did not know where to go. They asked us for a lift and, of course, we wanted to help but our car was already full. We also were not going in the right direction. People kept on asking us for advice: ‘where should we go? Should I apply for asylum in your country?’ For the FRANCE 24 team this was a strange moment, as we no longer just bystanders. We tried to help by passing on information… but we really wish we could do more."

Click here to watch our report from a makeshift refugee camp in Belgrade

September 3 in Belgrade, Serbia. “We’re in a Belgrade park where migrants have pitched their tents waiting for a chance to move on to the Hungarian border. Most of the people here could not afford a hotel room or failed to register with Serbian authorities in the border town of Presevo. They include many Iraqis and Afghans, who tend to be less well off than the Syrians. Some pretend to be Syrian, hoping it will help them get refugee status. One man we spoke to claimed to be from the Syrian Kurdish bastion of Kobane, but only hung out with Iraqis. In theory, those without registration certificates are not allowed into hotels and on local transport. In practice, they are simply charged more. One man paid 50 euros to get here, when others were charged 20 euros.

One migrant said his mobile phone was "more important than food". (Photo: Karim Hakiki)

The most important item they carry with them is their mobile phone, which they’re constantly striving to keep charged. They need it to let people back home know they’re OK. Even more importantly, mobile phones are crucial to know where they’re going, and how to get there. Most have little or no notion of Europe’s geography. All they know is that they have to keep going west until they reach Germany. So they regularly check their Facebook groups to find out about the best routes. And they need their GPS to make sure they’re not getting lost or being led astray.

Migrants will have to get past this fence erected by Hungarian authorities along the border with Serbia. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

There are two groups of travellers. On the one hand there are those who have no idea where they’re going and wait for smugglers in the park to sell them a way into the EU. It costs 500 euros to get to the Hungarian border and 1,500 euros to make it as far as Germany. And then there are those who set off alone, without smugglers. They plan to reach the border by bus, lay low for a while and then give it a go. It’s one of the trickier parts of their journey, and they’re desperate to avoid fingerprinting once they step into Schengen and the EU.”

Click here to watch our report from the migrant registration centre in Presevo, 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.

Long lines form outside the registration centre, supervised by Serbian police. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

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.

These kids managed to score a bike inside the factory-turned-registration centre. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

Posters advertise bus rides to Subotica, on the border with Hungary. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

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.”

Click here to watch our video report from the Macedonian train carrying migrants to Serbia

Naomie, 17, left the Syrian city of Aleppo just two weeks ago. She lived a comfortable life there until the war. Naomie and her cousin Hanin have paid around 5,000 euros to reach Hamburg, where they have family. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

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.

Migrants get some rest on the train bound for Serbia. This a vast improvement on the situation before the summer, when migrants were not allowed on public transport and had to walk across Macedonia. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)


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.

Migrants walk the last stretch towards the Serbian border. The wheelbarrows are filled with drinks for sale. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

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.”

Click here to watch our video report from the border between Greece and Macedonia

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.”

Migrants wait patiently in the baking heat at the tiny railway station of Idomeni, on Greece's border with Macedonia. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

"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.”

Syrian couple Mountaha (left), 23, and Anas, 24, decided to leave Turkey and attempt the crossing to Europe after the birth of their son Mohamed. (Photo: Fernande van Tets)

"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." 


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