by Cynthia Robinson
We could not decide whether it was appropriate to spend a week sailing in the Aegean Dodecanese islands, within touching distance of Turkey, at what might prove to be the peak of the migrant flow in October 2015. I recalled my earlier, rather unsettling experience at anchor, watching small-scale people-smuggling from Croatia in the dead of night. This time I was concerned we would be drawn into harrowing humanitarian rescues. I leafed through the pages of Greek Island Hopping for some inspiration. Our itinerary would include the island Leros and the book’s pages threw more grist to the mill of my concern: “In 1958 the Community of Psychopaths was established at Leros, which is still here today…Greek tourists tend to avoid the island in droves”.