
A humbling experience in Calais
Hi, my name is Sophie, I am 30 years old, Dutch, but I have been living in Italy for 6 years. Last November, I quit my job in tourism to take a sabbatical and travel with my boyfriend Mattia to South America. Before we left, we had decided to devote part of our sabbatical to volunteering. We were aware of the luxury we could afford (quitting our jobs and traveling the world) and we both wanted to dedicate some of this free time to someone else, to do something that was not just beneficial to us. That’s how we met ASCS; Mattia had already volunteered for another of their projects, and after a few contacts with old friends we discovered the Borders project and the Maison Effatà Shelter House in Calais, France.

After some introductory calls we were selected to spend the month of June in Calais.
It was one of the most memorable moments of my life.
I had no expectations, since I had never done anything like this, and I believe that even if I had, this experience would exceed them.
The house is located in the center of Calais and is home to 5 to 9 men, of different ages, backgrounds, and languages, but all with in common the fact that they are among the kindest and friendliest people I have ever met. All so different in character, but all with wonderful souls.

We spent our days helping around the house: in the mornings we clean and do some basic household chores, and in the afternoons we devote it to games or group projects we organize together, such as painting garden furniture, decorating the house or creating an Arabic-Tiger-English visual dictionary. In the evening, the house comes alive during cooking sessions with Sudanese music and shared preparations. The food is fantastic; we did our best to learn and have already had successful dinners recreating the dishes for friends and family.

In short, the month we spent at Maison Effatà was like spending it with our family. We felt like we were in a bubble in which we laughed, cooked and played together, even though we hardly understood a word we were saying to each other. You don’t always need a lot of words to express your feelings and find a connection.
The most difficult moments have been the little moments when you realize that these wonderful people do not have your privileges: they have friends who live in tents not far from where you are, they have left one or two nights to try to cross the English Channel (so easy for you to cross by plane, boat, or car) in dangerous ways, and they are seen by others as illegal or unwelcome…

These are times when you feel helpless, confused, and caught between the world you are in and the world outside. If only you could get everyone to see what you see, to let them know what you know.
In conclusion, it was a wonderful experience that still warms my heart today.
Today I no longer see numbers when I hear about migratory crossings, but I think of the people I know and have cared for (and who knows, maybe one day we will meet again, when they have found the place they deserve, as people not just like us but even better).




