young velskud eat I can still hear my
grandmother’s foo is asking me that same
question every time when I visited which
he likes something to eat in fact it was
the first question she asked anyone one
at home and in my grandparents house no
matter how tough times were there was
always enough food to share and one of
my earliest memories is having Easter
lunch in my grandparents dining room the
whole family came together wooden boards
and planks were used in order to make
the table big enough for everyone to sit
it was loud everyone wanted to be heard
and there were laughs and serious
conversations going on at the same time
it was always a feast and in my young
eyes it lasted forever as I was growing
up I always wanted to recreate those
memories because I longed for deeper
connection and more understanding I just
never knew how until September 2015 when
a facebook friend asked for help and all
of a sudden I find myself here in the
kelley port I just came off a ferry from
England and I was waiting after was
picked up within minutes we drove into
the jungle the now-infamous refugee camp
it felt odd being in a car or driving
back into what felt like the Middle Ages
I saw broken tents and shacks everywhere
children running barefooted and the
smell and despair of people living the
local kid was unbearable there was no
official support and instead of reacting
towards each other out of love we acted
out of fear never ever will be quicker
to build fences and burials and to
justify our judgments of others the
police welcomed everyone with constant
harassment rubber bullets and the
officially forbidden tea I guess I was
asked to help set up a small kitchen to
feed people in the camp a plan
to cook a few hundred meals every day
because we thought it would be all over
soon once her government’s got their act
together on that first day I went for a
walk and migrants living in the camp
she had her food with us we started
talking we shared stories we created
bonds and we realized we had more in
common than our differences what I
learned was the power of sharing a meal
in those first few days curious faces
but the heads to the gaps in a marquee
from that day on we work together many
refugees came to help we quickly went
from serving 200 meals to 600 dinners
600 breakfast and many more in between
we only stopped when we ran out of food
yet the queues of hungry people kept
growing it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever
done and at the same time the most
beautiful many refugees will arrive in
the middle art of the night seemed in
the art of nowhere and the pitch-black
darkness and we gave them what we could
and when they were very hungry that
would be brought to our marquee to see
hidden food left during my first week
one evening it was about 10:00 p.m. and
I was shattered a follow tear pardon
young boy its name was Aquila heat and
we started chatting he told me he was 15
and from Iraq he had been traveling on
his own for the past three months
he didn’t need many words to explain to
me the tough journey the loneliness and
despair he’d been through I killed lost
both his parents at the beginning of
that trip I was fighting back my tears
thinking about my own children not
knowing what to do or where to go
I killed decided to keep walking because
he knew of a school friend who wasn’t
them it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever
done and at the same time the most
beautiful and callek at the moment I met
Akhil I realized I couldn’t stop or let
go I had to do whatever I could Cala
kitchens went on to serve nine thousand
people every week what kept us going
we’re compassionate people who acted out
of love the food to be shared and
distributed was for everyone no matter
where you came from we even shared it
with the police young the demolitions
the dish we’re cooking here on stage
tonight or today it’s called Kali eggs
or Chuck sugar many men or spicy eggs as
it’s known in the Middle East and in the
cams this was comfort food it was cooked
and shared very often what’s eating
kelly eggs we share those stories or
dreams our hopes and fears when unit
situation stripped away from your labels
and if I had any social pressure you
focus on what you have in common or
shared humanity not a differences but
this is not a story about refugees this
is a story about the loss of connection
after the camps got demolished back home
in London I started to connect the dots
and I realized what I could do to create
deeper connection and greater
understanding
so I started supper club compassion in a
world where the growing gap between
human beings is everyone sharing a meal
has the power to shift the perceptions
to expansive views on equality and
connection and to take that away from
the table sharing a meal has the power
to connect you with people from other
countries other cultures the other side
of your street
or even your family a simple act of
getting to know others around the table
has transformative powers and supperclub
compassion is a movement of people who
believe we can create a more beautiful
world by the simple act of sharing a
meal whether that’s in our homes in a
restaurant in an open space or in our
communities so during the break we will
serve Luke le eggs and I invite you to
buy a dish and share the fear of someone
today you don’t know yet and have chat
because compassion is truly delicious or
as my grandmother used to say young we
also get eat thank you very much
[Applause]
[Music]
[Applause] [Music]
grandmother’s foo is asking me that same
question every time when I visited which
he likes something to eat in fact it was
the first question she asked anyone one
at home and in my grandparents house no
matter how tough times were there was
always enough food to share and one of
my earliest memories is having Easter
lunch in my grandparents dining room the
whole family came together wooden boards
and planks were used in order to make
the table big enough for everyone to sit
it was loud everyone wanted to be heard
and there were laughs and serious
conversations going on at the same time
it was always a feast and in my young
eyes it lasted forever as I was growing
up I always wanted to recreate those
memories because I longed for deeper
connection and more understanding I just
never knew how until September 2015 when
a facebook friend asked for help and all
of a sudden I find myself here in the
kelley port I just came off a ferry from
England and I was waiting after was
picked up within minutes we drove into
the jungle the now-infamous refugee camp
it felt odd being in a car or driving
back into what felt like the Middle Ages
I saw broken tents and shacks everywhere
children running barefooted and the
smell and despair of people living the
local kid was unbearable there was no
official support and instead of reacting
towards each other out of love we acted
out of fear never ever will be quicker
to build fences and burials and to
justify our judgments of others the
police welcomed everyone with constant
harassment rubber bullets and the
officially forbidden tea I guess I was
asked to help set up a small kitchen to
feed people in the camp a plan
to cook a few hundred meals every day
because we thought it would be all over
soon once her government’s got their act
together on that first day I went for a
walk and migrants living in the camp
she had her food with us we started
talking we shared stories we created
bonds and we realized we had more in
common than our differences what I
learned was the power of sharing a meal
in those first few days curious faces
but the heads to the gaps in a marquee
from that day on we work together many
refugees came to help we quickly went
from serving 200 meals to 600 dinners
600 breakfast and many more in between
we only stopped when we ran out of food
yet the queues of hungry people kept
growing it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever
done and at the same time the most
beautiful many refugees will arrive in
the middle art of the night seemed in
the art of nowhere and the pitch-black
darkness and we gave them what we could
and when they were very hungry that
would be brought to our marquee to see
hidden food left during my first week
one evening it was about 10:00 p.m. and
I was shattered a follow tear pardon
young boy its name was Aquila heat and
we started chatting he told me he was 15
and from Iraq he had been traveling on
his own for the past three months
he didn’t need many words to explain to
me the tough journey the loneliness and
despair he’d been through I killed lost
both his parents at the beginning of
that trip I was fighting back my tears
thinking about my own children not
knowing what to do or where to go
I killed decided to keep walking because
he knew of a school friend who wasn’t
them it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever
done and at the same time the most
beautiful and callek at the moment I met
Akhil I realized I couldn’t stop or let
go I had to do whatever I could Cala
kitchens went on to serve nine thousand
people every week what kept us going
we’re compassionate people who acted out
of love the food to be shared and
distributed was for everyone no matter
where you came from we even shared it
with the police young the demolitions
the dish we’re cooking here on stage
tonight or today it’s called Kali eggs
or Chuck sugar many men or spicy eggs as
it’s known in the Middle East and in the
cams this was comfort food it was cooked
and shared very often what’s eating
kelly eggs we share those stories or
dreams our hopes and fears when unit
situation stripped away from your labels
and if I had any social pressure you
focus on what you have in common or
shared humanity not a differences but
this is not a story about refugees this
is a story about the loss of connection
after the camps got demolished back home
in London I started to connect the dots
and I realized what I could do to create
deeper connection and greater
understanding
so I started supper club compassion in a
world where the growing gap between
human beings is everyone sharing a meal
has the power to shift the perceptions
to expansive views on equality and
connection and to take that away from
the table sharing a meal has the power
to connect you with people from other
countries other cultures the other side
of your street
or even your family a simple act of
getting to know others around the table
has transformative powers and supperclub
compassion is a movement of people who
believe we can create a more beautiful
world by the simple act of sharing a
meal whether that’s in our homes in a
restaurant in an open space or in our
communities so during the break we will
serve Luke le eggs and I invite you to
buy a dish and share the fear of someone
today you don’t know yet and have chat
because compassion is truly delicious or
as my grandmother used to say young we
also get eat thank you very much
[Applause]
[Music]
[Applause] [Music]
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