Mediterranean Hope – Newsletter May 2017

Humanitarian Corridors: The Figures of The Protestant Reception System NEV

With these new arrivals, the eighth humanitarian corridor between Italy and Lebanon was carried out thanks to the support of the FCEI, the Tavola Valdese and the Community of Sant’Egidio. Since Last February, 13 flights Beirut-Rome have brought 8 groups of refugees – mostly Syrian – to Italy, for a total of 791 people.  Read more…

Syrian Refugees: 800 Arrived through Humanitarian Corridors Luca Liverani – Avvenire

Eight-hundred. There have been 68 refugees leaving the Terminal 3 of Fiumicino airport: Syrian refugees with their children in front holding a welcome banner and saying aloud: “Viva l’Italia”. These people are the most vulnerable cases that have been identified in the Lebanese refugee camps thanks to the pilot project of humanitarian corridors, launched by the Community of Sant’Egidio, the Tavola Valdese and the FCEI.  Read more…

The Story of Fadi, Rescued by Humanitarian Corridors E. Rossi – Più Culture

“I could talk about my last few years of life. How many minutes do I have? Ten, twenty, one hour? After the revolution, I have lived in many countries for a long time, and being a fifty-two-year man I am a dinosaur!” The voice of Fadi, a Syrian Druze from Sweida, – a Syrian town bordering Jordan territories, seems relaxed and happy, now that he and his family reached Italy six days ago.  Read more…

Words Ivana De Stasi – NEV

Many words come to my mind. Time: the time of the journey, the time at sea, the time of imprisonment. Waiting: the waiting to be released, waiting for the commission, waiting for the documents, waiting for the transfer. But also Future: what does the future hold for these boys? What will happen when they turn eighteen? What future are they dreaming of, what future do they want?  Read more…

Marrobbio Francesco Piobbichi – NEV

We went to all the restaurants and bars and found a sympathetic and united island, ready to do its part. With everyone’s donations we set up a table in the square, and hundreds stood in line for the Sicilian delicacies. It was a street party that lasted late into the night, a party in some respects, unexpected, which saw people from all over the world dancing. No one was a foreigner, we were one big family that danced reggae, the pizzica and the mazurka under the stars.  Read more…