Category Archives: Refugees

JIGSAW ISLAND – COVER REVEAL

At last – here is the cover for JIGSAW ISLAND, my second novel, both a stand alone fiction and a sequel to TERRIBLE WITH RAISINS. To be published this month. Excited and relieved… On a holiday escape to the Greek … Continue reading

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Behind the holiday island: The refugee crisis and the future for healthcare on Leros

     Pandeli Harbour, Leros Here is the second part of the interview with my friend, Takis Varnas, who works as a nurse on Leros in the Dodecanese islands. I am indebted to him for his practical help and advice … Continue reading

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Behind the holiday island: Leros as seen by Takis Varnas

Apart from the beauty of the island of Leros, Martyn and I return year after year because of the friends we have made there. We have known Takis Varnas and his family the longest. They have all helped me one … Continue reading

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Berlin – a city with a conscience

From Winston Churchill’s speech UNITED STATES OF EUROPE September 19, 1946. University of Zurich Our constant aim must be to build and fortify the United Nations Organisation. Under and within that world concept we must re-create the European family in … Continue reading

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From Leros Solidarity Network, 20 August 2019

Poem translated from Google – bear with it – the essence shines though… They collected, I read, from the sea of Italy. They used to wear them, men, women, children. Desperate people, wearing their old shoes, flip flops, slippers were … Continue reading

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