The Sub-Saharan Sisyphus
All of them were born and raised in War – in an endless war. In Sudan and Somalia wars have been ceaseless for the most part of the last five decades but nowadays the mainstream media have lost interest and no longer focusing into these conflicts and the underlying human plight. The Somalis and the Sudanese are being, almost, forgotten. Nevertheless their flow is constant; tens of thousands are taking the roads ‘less travelled’, through smuggler’s routes trying to reach their ‘Promised Land’.
When I met them in an abandoned textiles factory in the Greek harbor of Patra, trying to find the way and the means to cross Adriatic sea into Italy, were they are establishing communities within a vast de-industrialized area, the myth of Sisyphus sprang to mind:
"The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back on its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor. What is it about your life that resembles Sisyphus' plight? What is your relationship to your rock? “The lucidity that was to constitute Sisyphus' torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.” (Camus, A.) Read More...