I’m trying to place myself in the mindset of someone from sub-Sahara Africa or Afghanistan… I obviously done a lot of walking across Europe… I’ve slept in some bizarre places… I decide I’m crossing to England… and at this point, I decide, you know, I think living in a tarp city with a few thousand other refugees is a swell idea…
I don’t understand how you can go from a individual, or small group migration, to suddenly thinking cluster fucking in a obvious camp that is guaranteed to attract police attention will help. Its disease ridden… avoid that at all costs.
They keep trying the most impossible routes too. Go elsewhere, dig a canoe out of trunk of a tree somewhere. Or find something that floats somewhere, it won’t be found in Calais at this point.
Whenever I had to walk long distances and sleep in the rough, I was always hyper paranoid about it. I was security first, which mostly laid on the premise of not being seen. I was a ninja, you can’t see me. Hard to know I was even there if you visited after I left.
If I knew I had a big channel ahead of me, my every thought on my trip going there would be how to get across without taking obvious, well secure routes. I would be looking for a scrap inner tube to inflate, arm floaties, anything I can spot on my match through Europe. If I saw other migrants camping, I wouldn’t get near them, fearful the cops would descend on them.
This giant camp phenomena makes no sense, is evidence of lazy thinking.That stupid channel will not hold me back. If I came that far, I am getting across, and I don’t mean I’m going to try to sneak pass security, I’m going across on my own device. Ill either have a axe on arrival to make a tree trunk, dug out canoe, or I’m floating across with whatever I collected on my way. I wouldnt just lay around and moan.