Teaching in Lesvos

A blogpost unlike any other in this series: less a reflection on what has happened, more a contemplation of what is to come. A punctuation point, certainly, marking the beginning

Gekko Kids is the name of the school for unaccompanied refugee minors (and more) in Mytilini. It is the place where I am likely to be working for the next

Games without frontiers My first working day today, though various factors meant it wasn’t the smoothest of starts. The paid teaching staff, all Greek, had a training day today, so

…which is the name of the new space Better Days has acquired and fitted out, originally intended as a non-classroom space for STEM teaching (that’s Science, Technology Engineering and Maths

…which may be the worst pun I’ve employed as a title yet.  Though there are other contenders. Mime, then.  A useful theatrical skill, all the more so when the class

I am not really intending to deliver a move by move account of each and every lesson.  On the other hand, there probably won’t be too many.  I am slightly

Lesson again today, though it was a little touch and go: Irene informed me that no kids from the Safe Zone at Moria would be coming today.  Maybe the class

Val and I were taken by Rachel, one of Better Days permanent staff, up to Moria to visit a couple of the projects there, with the aim of seeing if

This afternoon, I took the bus out to the School for Peace, to have a further meeting with Iman, and to see him at work.  He is an Iranian refugee,

I have been here nearly four weeks now, but am only just starting to find my feet.  I had heard of Mosaik once or twice, but managed to mildly embarrass

After the discussion with Julian at Mosaik, we decided to offer a short course (it has to be short; I’m running out of time) in physical comedy: mime, clowning, bits

The date(s) for the productions have not yet been set, though they have to be before Aug 4th, when Val and I leave for Lebanon, and that does not leave