Immigration Crisis in Europe - what should be done?

I heard refugees are fleeing from Turkey to eastern Europe. The drowned kid's family were coming from Turkey.

 

What type of R&D are these countries spending their money on though?

I'm not convinced that implying that if you spend lots on innovation then you make the world a better place is a true statement in all regards.

It would be cool to see a breakdown of what their R&D budget is going towards. For instance, military based R&D probably isn't making the world a better place. Medical based R&D, however, obviously is.

 

This isn't Greece. These were some incidents it doesn't mean that it happens everyday and everywhere. The video and your commentary is misleading.
If there were such riots everyday then we would have military law.
For example in my island there have been no riots whatsoever.
The problem is the Afghans. They fight with the other immigrants.
I think a solution would be at this point to accept only Syrians and send all the other from Africa, Pakista, Afghanistan and Iraq back to their countries.

 

ISIS Terrorist Arrested in Stuttgart “Refugee” Center; “Boxes” of Fake Syrian Passports Intercepted

http://newobserveronline.com/isis-t...r-boxes-of-fake-syrian-passports-intercepted/

 

I am waiting for you to say you are in favor of medieval kingships. I guess you are from this thread.

BTW most Muslims are not in favor of medieval kingships either.

 

No, no, glynch wants the refugees to go to the shining paradise that is Venezuela, or Zimbabwe, sorry but I get the two confused.

 

Hey, the hipster has graced us with his ironic detachment, so above the fray, and an attempt at humor.

 

This deserve its own thread don't u think! Gather you thoughts and make one, it 'll be an interesting debate

 

Yes those monsters in Iran who don't care about science and making the world better. To top it off, they give up the right to build a nuclear weapon when Israel & the US have nukes pointed at them. MONSTERS!!

https://www.newscientist.com/article/dn20291-iran-is-top-of-the-world-in-science-growth/

FYI dear ignorant people, Iran has been shockingly productive and effective in various scientific fields especially considering the dearth of funding both before and after the mullahs.

 

The Syrians refugees are trying to get by land now to Europe and Turkey has closed the borders and brought army in Evros.(Thrace). So they will have to go back and get a boat. They were scared to go by boat because of drownings.
That doesn't make any sense, except to the middlemen who earn millions of dollars when they smuggle them.
And knowing Turkish politics for sure there have been some $$$ to corrupted officials/politicians to continute this blood trade.

 

ISIS 9/11 VIDEO: ‘WE ARE BACK IN AMERICA

http://www.breitbart.com/national-s...merica/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social

 

Given the earlier conversion about refugees and phones, this article seemed relevant here:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/syrian-refugees-technology_560c13e2e4b07681270024d9

The interesting part:


When the sun rose, Mohamed, a lanky 27-year-old sitting in a dinghy on the Mediterranean Sea, saw the awful truth. All around him, waves swung in sickening time, and there was no land in sight. Packed in with some 50 fellow migrants from his home country of Syria, Mohamed had been tossed by the sea for hours in an inflatable raft meant to hold half as many people. The boat’s engine had fallen off during the night, and they were drifting.

Mohamed, whose name has been changed to protect his identity, reached for his smartphone, one of a pair he had received as a gift from a cousin who suggested he pawn them for cash. The iPhone 5 was wrapped in layers of resealable plastic, Mohamed’s attempt at waterproofing. He now saw something miraculous: a row of dots on the upper left side of its face. Somehow, in the churn of waves, the phone was catching a signal.

It was late August 2015. Mohamed’s fellow migrants in the boat weren’t getting a signal. His good luck was a quirk of telecommunication strategizing. Mohamed had purchased an Internet plan from phone company Turkcell in Izmir, Turkey -- one of several cities he had passed through on his journey out of Syria -- and a small power bank for remote charging in Damascus. A Turkcell phone can typically work on the water even if it's as far as 50 kilometers, or approximately 31 miles, from the closest cell tower, a company representative told The Huffington Post.

... (lots of background stuff here) ...

Mohamed’s plan was desperate: Figure out his exact location and call the Greek and Turkish police to surrender. Jail, he reasoned, was better than death. But when he pulled up a browser to find the numbers, it wouldn’t load. He opened Facebook and found his feed as normal looking as if he were in Damascus. He posted a message on his wall, saying only that he was stuck somewhere between Turkey and Greece. For the next eight minutes he relentlessly shared coordinates derived through Maps.me, posting them on the wall of a private Facebook group only for Syrian migrants, with some 18,000 members. He updated his own wall with the SOS every minute.

Formerly a deejay in Damascus, Mohamed had made friends from all over the world, some of whom were awake by now. A few liked his statuses. Soon dozens were posting underneath them, limiting themselves mostly to the Arabic phrase Allah yusulmak -- “May god keep you in peace.” Mohamed hoped for more. He reasoned that a call placed by a third party to Greek or Turkish officials might well lead to a rescue, given that he could provide coordinates. At 8:08 a.m., he wrote a private message to three cousins in America: a string of coordinates and the English word “Help.” A minute later he messaged his coordinates separately to his cousin Danya Kathleen, a half-Syrian living in Hawaii whom he had met in person only once but whose kindness had made an impression.

He tried Facebook’s phone tool and was amazed to hear a ring at his ear. No response from Danya. It was 13 hours behind in Hawaii, 7 p.m. on a Wednesday. He sent another message to the group of cousins, including Danya and her brother Omar Hakeem in Washington, D.C. Both cousins are referred to here by their first and middle names to protect the family’s identity.

“Heeeeeeeeeelp,” Mohamed’s text to them read. Ten letter Es.

A willowy 28-year-old with deep dimples and hair the color of sand, Danya looks like an ad for the good life in Hawaii. While Mohamed messaged her, she was trying on bikinis at the Rip Curl boutique off Waikiki’s main drag. When she happened to glance at her phone in the dressing room, she suddenly felt a million miles away.

Within minutes, she was standing at a busy intersection, her phone to her ear. Mohamed picked up. His voice sounded desperate, like “something you hear in the movies,” Danya would later describe. He begged for help. She asked as many questions as she could. Where are you? Is the boat sinking? Who do I call for help? She tried to reassure him that everything was going to be OK. They were going to save him. Be strong and stay in the boat, she said she told him. She hung up as quickly as she could, not sure what to do but knowing time was not on their side.

Mohamed continued to ruminate on his best chances. His friends on Facebook seemed to be all he had. He wondered if they thought he was joking. That would be his style -- until that day, most of his wall posts had featured funny videos or photographs of him hamming for the camera. He needed them to know he was serious.

At 8:18 p.m. his time, Mohamed posted a selfie to his Facebook page, taken moments before. The shot frames his face tightly against a backdrop of choppy blue sea. Mohamed included a shot of the boat, stuffed with men and women bearing the same desperate look. By now, many of his companions were awake and counting on him to locate whatever shred of a chance they had.

Along with his brother, Mohamed had attempted the trip to avoid the deadly fate of conscription into President Bashar Assad’s army. In his new haze of dizziness, he began to believe he was doomed no matter what. Translated from Arabic, the message he posted along with his photos bore little hope: “Forgive me if I drown.”

Mom’ll Know What To Do

Three minutes later, Mary Beth Kelly, a retired project manager for the International Monetary Fund, received the “kind of text no mother wants to get,” she told HuffPost over the phone from her home in Positano, Italy. Having tried her cousins and brother with no luck (the time difference didn’t help), Danya had moved past Mohamed’s faith in their peers. “Mom!!!” she texted, typing frantically. “Help cal me.”

In a 31-year career overseeing construction with the IMF, Kelly has managed crises on a global scale, from massive fires in Russia to billion-dollar real estate projects. Her skills in the face of uncertainty kicked in as she spoke to Danya, who sounded terrified. Using Google, Kelly and her husband Bob -- Danya’s stepdad -- mapped the Greek island of Chios as the land mass closest to Mohamed, based on his coordinates. As they worked, Danya called Mohamed back. He sounded different than before, more resigned and distant, “like he was giving up,” she said. He was also less coherent, still begging for help, but extending his words as if he were reading his texts aloud: “heeeeeelpppp, pleeeeeeeaase.” Danya told him that though they didn’t yet know how, they were going to save him. He messaged her new coordinates after the call.

In minutes, Bob tracked down a number for the Chios coast guard, miraculously written in English. The woman Kelly reached on the other end of the line spoke English, too. After taking down Mohamed’s coordinates, she assured Kelly that the Chios guardsmen would find the raft, speaking with the confidence of someone who’d fielded similar pleas before.

Within a half-hour of Danya’s last ask, the Chios coast guard had sent word to Kelly’s contact that they’d sighted the raft. Overjoyed, Danya continued to message her cousin. “They said they see you / They found you. They are going to save you.” On Mohamed’s Facebook page, she left a crisply worded request: “Greece Coast guard says they rescued you. Please confirm.” She didn’t hear back from him. He was drifting in and out of sleep on the boat, overtaken by nausea.

Danya kept texting. At 9:40 a.m., Greek time, Mohamed gave Danya’s last question -- “Are you ok?” -- the answer she didn’t want: “No.” She tried to ascertain what went wrong but his old plea simply resurfaced: “Heeelp.”

Frantic, Danya ignored the coast guard operator’s directive to wait for their call and dialed Chios herself. From the operator, she learned the coast guard members had decided their boat couldn’t handle the waves. They were returning for a new and stronger boat, in which they’d head back out to find Mohamed’s raft.

By now, Mohamed could see land -- hope. He jumped out of the boat, holding on, thinking he could swim and tow the boat to shore. A few other passengers jumped into the water to help him. Left in the raft were those who simply couldn’t move, including a 40-day-old baby, and Mohamed’s friend, the doctor, Khaled At.

Mohamed says he instructed the coast guard to wait for them on land, too proud to ask for help from people he felt would watch them die. The proximity of land also made him feel sure that they would make it. The waves and wind that once tormented the boaters now worked in their favor, pushing them closer to shore. Everyone on the boat reached sand.

On land, Mohamed learned from the coast guard that they had been blown north of Chios, a detail corroborated by At and the final set of coordinates Mohamed beamed out. They were actually on Pasas, a tiny gun-shaped islet with no residents. Because of this aberration, the Chios coast guard office was unable to provide HuffPost with written documentation of the landing, though the operator on duty claimed to remember the story of the group’s arrival because of the newborn.

From Pasas, the coast guard transported everyone to Chios in the boat they’d returned with, Mohammed said. Once on the larger island, he found a motel room. He used a hairdryer to revive the iPhone ports, soaked through the plastic. By Friday evening, he was back on Facebook messenger, updating Danya from a makeshift mattress on the ground of his first refugee camp. He told her how he and his companions paddled that last stretch toward the mirage-like shore with everything they had -- pushing their arms through the water like oars before ultimately plunging their whole bodies into motion. It seemed to him that Facebook kept them alive, connecting him to the promise of life. “We used our hands,” he wrote. “I will take you some pic of our place now.”

 

You are repped Major. Great find.

 

what a miracle! wow Who would know?
I'm from that island.
And all they had to do call number 112 it's the european number of crisis, and you don't need to have signal. For that you don't need no fb or smartphone.
And most immigrants know it already and call it, right before they sink their boats.

 

It's now the start of November and with that the end of autumn. The sun is still bright but there is wind and with that big waves and at nights the cold can come through many layers of clothes and you feel it to your bones.
There are corpses coming to the shores every other day. Kids, mothers, sons, fathers who with hope and desperation boarded tiny wooden boats packed like animals to a slaughterhouse to pass the blue waves to reach a better life. Thousands and thousands of them, there is no end.
The Aegean is not a wild sea, but it can kill if you are not prepared and kill it does.
So many lives it hasn't claimed in centuries.

But more than corpses is the greed that has turned the hearts of men into monsters.
An apple for two euros for the small syrian girl.


And that we have learned to accept such sights of death and inhumanity surround us everyday and ignore or turn our head the other way.

 

Very painful and sad pics. When I was in Turkey last week I saw a handful of people in Istanbul who claimed to be Syrian refugees and on the streets of Istanbul would every now and then see kids sleeping in doorways who people told me were Syrians. The closest I got to the coast was Ephesus where I saw no Syrians. I was told by some Turks that Bodrum on the SW corner of Turkey was overrun with refugees who were setting off from there to get to Lesbos.

I think the only long term answer to this situation is to end the war in Syria and Northern Iraq. Between ISIS, Assad, Russia, Iran, and NATO that doesn't seem like it is going to happen anytime soon.

 

How come the victims are not struggling or screaming?

 

Why doesn't Sweden understand economics like America and just let in all the immigrants? Don't they want to grow their economy?

[rQUOTEr]Sweden to introduce temporary border controls amid massive refugee influx

The Swedish government on Wednesday said it would temporarily reinstate border checks to deal with an unprecedented influx of migrants, making it the latest country in Europe's passport-free Schengen zone to tighten its borders over the crisis.

"A record number of refugees are arriving in Sweden. The migration office is under strong pressure... and the police believe there is a threat against public order," Interior Minister Anders Ygeman said.

"So we will re-establish controls at our national borders tomorrow (Thursday) from 12:00 pm (1100 GMT)" for a 10-day period, he added.[/rQUOTEr]

 

Sweden has 10 million people and that's far less than the population in Texas.

Terrible effort in trying to know the world.