Volunteering is not simply working for free, living in another country and getting food and accommodation provided. Volunteering is more than that. Much more. It’s a lifestyle, values, sharing and spreading love. With nothing in return than laughs, handmade handicrafts, some of many golden moments, smiling and happy people. It’s not a lot that you get back. It’s EVERYTHING.

When I came to France, I knew I was going to volunteer. And honestly, even when I don’t like to commit it, I somehow did it for me, in the end. To feel good though making others feel good. I came to work with minor migrants with origins all across west Africa and some other parts of the world. I came to play with them, cook, teach some French and give them happiness despite the difficult situation that they find themselves in. In the end, I came to give. But, well, let’s say, I soon realised that it wasn’t my turn to give. That it wasn’t me who is going to teach. When you once hear the stories of these young people, experiencing immensely tough times, crossing the sea, seeing people die and then watch them play football, calling each other ‘bro’, reading the needs of one another from one’s lips… dancing, singing, savouring the sun… you kind of start guessing what REALLY counts in life.

Yes, I have come to give. To volunteer. And I think I haven’t done it badly when I look at the message on Insta when they tell me about their life in France now and ask how I am. But what I’ve gone away with, was way more that I would have ever expected. I left with golden memories, a suitcase full of souvenirs, a heavy heart… and a smile. In sureness that I’d see these beaches again one day…