With my car I drive to the streets of Athens. Somewhere near an area called Keratsini I stop at a traffic light. There comes a little girl and cleans my glass. I give her 1 euro. She smiles at me and says "thank you". Then she goes to the next car. Beside her are two more young children.
I park the car , I go down and approach them. I ask the kids their names . They are Katerina, Dimitris and Giorgos. When I tell them I'm a journalist, the two disappear. "We're afraid of the cameras. Our parents will ruin us " Only Dimitris is left. A beautiful brunette boy with a permissive look.

He tells me he cleans the car windows all day. "Where are your parents ?" I ask him. "My parents are separated. My mother kept my 4 sisters at home. My father took me because I am a boy and we live in the street. I clean the windows and with the money we get food because my father does not find a job ".


He asks me if I can help him get into a foundation. "I know a lot of kids who are in a foundation. There they will give me food, clothes and a soft bed. I will not sleep on the road. And I will not be so tired, "he tells me. "And I will probably see my mother more."

In the times of economic crisis in Greece the children who work or beg are unfortunately growing, while many are forced to leave school.










