For about a year I spent my Fridays working for the forum for intercultural education teaching German and Photography to kids from the age of 7 - 14 in one of Berlins refugee homes. Before this I had no image of what it was like for them living in a camp, nor did I have experience as to how to treat someone who has just fled their home. I chose to focus my attention on the children mainly because the language Barrier was not so large with them compared to the elders and by being able to communicate directly there was more freedom in deciding what activities we could do together each week. Although my weekly visitations weren’t enough to get to know each and every child personally, I did learn a little about their daily lives.The girls at most, did not leave the center apart from going shopping with their family or being in school. My colleagues and I tried to find activities(other word) to do with the children after school inside and outside their new homes. Being able to share my knowledge of photography, that which was educationally possible, was an enlightening experience. I wasn’t just the teacher, I also became a student. We talked about beliefs, what home means, family and shared each others culture. At first I feared that I would not be accepted, not only because I was yet another person attempting to “help”, but also because I felt that my being black was an unusual / unknown. I feared not the reaction of the children, but the ways of the elders, after a while I gained trust from parents and due time I had more girls interacting with me. Our differences did not matter when it came to learning something new. And it gave me great joy to see that we had made a place in which on feels stuck and forced into, a fun and creative space.