A PICTURE can change everything – especially a photograph of a drowned child washed up on a Mediterranean beach – and now we’re all sitting up and taking note of the refugee crisis in the north.
It’s not as if we weren’t aware of it. All year, there’ve been reports of migrants, an estimated 350 000 of them, fleeing north Africa and the Middle East for Europe. To date, an estimated 3 500 have died in the attempt to get there.
Last Thursday, the bodies of 71 people – thought to be Syrian – were found in an abandoned 7.5 tonne refrigerated truck that was used to smuggle them into Austria.
That’s a lot of people in a truck that size. To demonstrate the point, a German theatre company invited members of the public to cram themselves into a similar sized truck to get an idea of what those refugees had experienced before they suffocated. When the 71 volunteers finally squeezed into the truck, a space measuring 2.5 metres by six metres, they could not shut its doors.
But however inventive cramming healthy Germans into a truck may be, nothing has grabbed our attention as much as those photographs of three-year-old Aylan Kurdi, the boy whose body was found on a Turkish beach on Wednesday, the morning after he and his family set out with other Syrians in an overcrowded rubber dinghy in the dead of night from Bodrum, Turkey, for the Greek island of Kos.
It is a short journey, no more than a few kilometres, but it is a dangerous one and they had been at sea for all of four minutes when the dinghy’s owner abandoned the vessel and its passengers.