Interactive map of asylum seeker flow to European countries

First click on the picture - it will take you to the interactive map.

Each moving point on the map represents 25 people. Only a small fraction of refugees fleeing their homes make it to Europe. Hover over countries to show details. Click on a country to lock the selection. The counts shown on hover represent the number of people who have left or arrived in a country since 2012.

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Published 26.10.2015 | By Ville Saarinen and Juho Ojala| http://www.lucify.com/the-flow-towards-europe/

Photo by Alessio Lin

 

Know what you’re looking for

FOR EACH TYPE OF FISH you must prepare in a certain way. Each species behaves different - prefers varying depth, light and temperature. Fish isn't just fish. Got to have the right equipment to handle each type.
You have to study carefully the depth - if you miss the right depth you will end up hands empty. Each species prefer a certain depth. You'll need a sonar to measure that. A couple of meters from the the bottom, a little vegetation close to the shore-throw in a metalpiece-and-hook, no pike can resist that! Or try a living bait. Different story altogether. Link the line onto a pole at shore for the night, then get in early.

Speed is everything. Put your boat running a few knots per hour. Once you hit a colony, you just need some muscle to start pulling them up. Sounds easy? Chuck in many baits at the same time and it's a lollipop every time!
What about thickness of the line? If it's too thick, the metal bait will swim unevenly from one side to the other. A line too thin will break when the pike strikes, then you'll lose the effort.

Got to know your place. Got to read your echo-sounder. Got to know your fish. Got to know your bait. Got to know where to look, and how to look. And before anything else - you got to know what you're looking for.
Right?

 

How the redbreast got its colour.

"But little by little he gained courage, flew close to him, and drew with his little bill a thorn that had become imbedded in the brow of the Crucified One. And as he did this there fell on his breast a drop of blood from the face of the Crucified One;—it spread quickly and floated out and colored all the little fine breast feathers.

"Then the Crucified One opened his lips and whispered to the bird: "Because of thy compassion, thou hast won all that thy kind have been striving after, ever since the world was created."

As soon as the bird had returned to his nest his young ones cried to him: "Thy breast is red! Thy breast feathers are redder than the roses!"

"It is only a drop of blood from the poor man's forehead," said the bird; "it will vanish as soon as I bathe in a pool or a clear well."

But no matter how much the little bird bathed, the red color did not vanish—and when his little young ones grew up, the blood-red color shone also on their breast feathers, just as it shines on every Robin Redbreast's throat and breast until this very day."

Christ Legends, by Selma Lagerlöf

 

Photo by Luca Huter