The images of the refugees and their meager possessions demonstrate just how stripped they have become. They have no space for anything that doesn’t directly contribute to their survival. It reminds me that the one thing we all have in common is our humanity. Nothing is as precious as life and so the possessions they have demonstrate this. They’ve brought what they need to survive and start again.
Based on what they have in their bags, I wonder how long they expect to survive for. Do they think “well, I can get through today and tomorrow but after that it’s out of my hands”? Do they pin their hopes on nothing more than the rumours of a better life?
Maybe they don’t have their photos or treasures or life’s work because it can all be left behind, even though it hurts to turn their backs on their homes and their faces towards uncertainty. This itself is a statement of just how bad life is in their homeland. Perhaps somewhere inside their hearts they know that life can start again once they have reached their destination. New memories can be made and new goals can be created, if only they can get off the road.
I wonder what they would have packed if they knew that their immediate survival was guaranteed.
What’s In My Bag? (2015) Retrieved from: http://www.carryology.com/bags/whats-in-my-bag-what-refugees-bring-when-they-run-for-their-lives/