In February 2016 I traveled to Lesvos, Greece, in amidst the unfolding refugee crisis. The news reporting at the time failed to give me sufficient answers. I wanted to see for myself what was going on. The island was perceived as a ground zero for the crisis because of its function as a gateway to the European continent. Roughly 30,000 migrants arrived there in February alone. One of my first stops was the Moria refugee camp, which housed 4,000 refugees. I knew in an instant things were worse than I’d thought. The faces of the people there showed fear and confusion, after having been handed from smuggler to smuggler. When I looked into their eyes, I instantly realised they too had names, dreams, families. They were not in a different world. They were me, and I was them. I decided to stay as long as I could, which was nine months in 2016. I have been actively helping out in any way I could. These images give an idea of my time on Lesvos.