Refugee boat. It seemed like a curse in the church, the beautiful Greek light at dawn and then that boat coming in from Turkey filled with people on the run from countries ravaged by war and strife. © Okke Ornstein
We made it! As soon as these boats reach the shore, people jump overboard, help each other get off the boat. Most are overjoyed that they have made the crossing, start praying, crying, embracing each other. "Is this Kos?" one man asked me, kissing me on the cheeks when I answered affirmatively. © Okke Ornstein
Abandoned life vests on Kos beach. As soon as they get off the boats, most refugees throw away their life vests, which are of very low quality. The coast and parks in Kos are littered with these vests. © Okke Ornstein
Captain Elias resort, reception area. An abandoned resort was made into a makeshift shelter for refugees. Originally designed for a maximum of three hundred people, it now houses over a thousand in a place without electricity, potable water nor any sanitary facilities to speak of. © Okke Ornstein
Captain Elias resort, front lawn. Because the Captain Elias resort/shelter is so overcrowded, people have had to build primitive huts or sleep in the open air with their entire families. © Okke Ornstein
Two worlds. Tourists walk past one of the improvised tent camps in Kos town. Most tourists, when asked, respond with, "They really don't bother you," or point out that some may be refugees but others clearly aren't, "because they have iPhones." © Okke Ornstein
Tourism and refugees. A tourist, on her way to the beach, walks past some of the many tents in which refugees camp out while waiting for their paperwork to be processed. Even if they could afford to stay in hotels, no rooms are available and the required passports are at the police station. © Okke Ornstein
Kos police station. Police cleared the tiny square in front of their station. Hundreds of refugees gather here every day to see if their papers are ready. Without clear timetables or organization, the police invariably tells them to "Come back tomorrow." Most refugees have to wait at least one week to be processed. © Okke Ornstein
Kos police station. A policeman gets into an argument with one of the Syrian refugees about the excessive waiting time and lack of organization. "You have to wait," he said. Others were told to "Go back to Syria if you don't want to wait." © Okke Ornstein
Kos police station. The Arabic interpreter of the Greek police addresses a crowd of refugees who are waiting for their paperwork to travel onward to Athens. © Okke Ornstein
We want passports. A Syrian refugee holds up a sign asking for his passport, which is at the police station. The police on Kos are understaffed, under-equipped and disorganized, and therefore can't keep up with the hundreds of refugees who arrive on the island any given night. In response, refugees have staged protests. © Okke Ornstein
Captain Elias resort, outdoor washing area. The only place to rinse off at this resort-turned-shelter is outside. Clearly off-limits for women, only the men get to enjoy the water which is, by the way, not fit for consumption. © Okke Ornstein
Distributing clothes at the Captain Elias resort. Greek volunteers distribute clothes to refugees at the Captain Elias resort/shelter. A volunteer group called "Solidarity" has been active donating meals, food and other supplies but they're overwhelmed by the growing number of refugees who need help. © Okke Ornstein
Refugees camping in Kos town. Two refugee children sit in front of their tents in the middle of touristy Kos town. There are no facilities for these refugees, no bathrooms, no water, no electricity. © Okke Ornstein
New arrivals. Just off the little boat from Turkey, Syrian refugees still can't believe that this is true, that they have really done this, that they made it to Kos, to Europe and, they hope, to a better life. © Okke Ornstein
On to town. After disembarking from the rubber boats, refugees have to register at the police station. One of the first things they usually ask is for directions. Early in the morning, at around 6 AM, caravans of refugees, still soaked, walk for an hour or more on the road to town. © Okke Ornstein