Described the resilience of the children living in the refugee camp as both heartbreaking and uplifting


Movie mogul Harvey Weinstein raised eyebrows when he skipped the Cannes premiere of his latest film Grace of Monaco earlier this year.

But rather than working on his next film, Mr Weinstein was in Jordan visiting the Zaatari refugee camp, home to more than 120,000 Syrian who have fled their country

Here he describes how visiting the camp and talking to the families that call it their home filled him with both hope and heartbreak:

Film producer Harvey Weinstein with wife Georgina Chpman at the Zaatari refugee camp in Jordan, which is home to 120,000 Syrian refugees, including children

Mr Weinstein at his wife visited the camp at the invitation of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees to create a storytelling project about the plight of the Syrian refugees who had flooded into Jordan

There are two Champs-Élysées in the world. One is in Paris. It's filled with movie theatres, boutiques, markets, and fantastic restaurants.

Two months ago, I found myself walking down the other Champs-Élysées, nicknamed by aid workers, in the middle of the Zaatari refugee camp in Jordan.

Zaatari is a ramshackle city of tents and containers, home to about 120,000 Syrian refugees. The streets of this Champs-Élysées are lined with makeshift stores. Where the walkways of its Parisian namesake are bordered by ethereal street lamps, here electricity is jimmy-rigged and borrowed from street lamps. It was incredible to see an improvised pizza-delivery place, a wedding-dress-rental shop, and, my personal favorite, a baklava bakery.

The bakery was run by a family of mothers, fathers, grandmothers, grandfathers, and grandchildren, and overseen by several brothers. They had survived the atrocities across the border.

While at the camp Mr Weinstein visited the baklava bakery of Syrian refugee Abu Tamarak. The Zaatari camp is full of shops including a pizza delivery place and a wedding-dress rental shop

While in Jordan, Mr Weinstein, pictured, met with Queen Rania, who told the film producer that there are about 1.3 million Syrians who have fled to her country, with 630,000 of them registered as refugees

They each had unimaginable stories of heartbreak - their houses had been blown up, they saw men shot right in front of them, mid-sentence, mid-conversation.

What’s more, the people who pulled the trigger could equally have been from any side. They not only survived, but also endured to re-create their bakery to feed their fellow refugees. Their pride in their desserts was as tangible as a sculptor’s in his creation.

Their generosity was unparalleled. Every time I tried to pay for something, a hand would slap me away. 'What, are you trying to insult us? Eat. Enjoy.'

Whenever I hear someone say 'Eat. Enjoy,' it reminds me of the way my grandmother spoke to me. It reminds me that we are all the same. We are family.

I came to Zaatari and Jordan to accompany the writer Neil Gaiman and my wife, Georgina Chapman, who, together, had been invited by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) to create a storytelling project about the plight of the Syrian refugees who had flooded into Jordan.

I met with Queen Rania and asked her why Jordan was so generous with its refugee policy. According to the Queen, there are now about 1.3 million Syrians in her country with 630,000 of them are registered as refugees.

She said that her husband, King Abdullah II, on seeing women and children fleeing danger, felt that there was really no decision to make, it was the right thing to do, and Jordan will always do the right thing.

Mr Weinstein said that the resilience of children living in the camp is both heartbreaking and uplifting. He added: 'What has happened here in this desert has brought them the chance to experience joy again'

As a father, a leader, and a humanitarian, King Abdullah II opened his doors. This is not something we would allow in our country, or in England. Not on this scale, when the burden on the country’s infrastructure and services is almost crippling. It is the sacrifice of the Jordanian people, and those in Syria’s other neighboring countries—Iraq, Turkey, Lebanon—that allows for the survival of the Syrian refugees.

Queen Rania and I talked about movies, and politics, but most importantly about the importance of education and its potential to transform the Arab World.

When education comes to the Middle East, and to young women in particular, and they realize they can be what they want to be, the world will grow different.

When the women marched against gun violence in Ireland, the men listened. One hopes the same would happen as women take up more prominent positions in Middle Eastern countries where they are currently oppressed.

UNHCR briefed us on what was happening inside Syria—about the level of the destruction and the violence that has ravaged the country. Many of the refugees don’t know any more who it was that attacked their village, who kidnapped their friend, who slaughtered their family, who they were running from.

The Syrian army, the Free Syrian Army, al-Qaeda, ISIS, splinter groups of any and all of them—there are so many factions in play now. Every minute of every day unimaginable acts of cruelty, so dark, so grotesque, are being meted out to innocents across great swathes of their beloved country. What man does to another man never ceases to amaze me.

Mr Weinstein's wife Georgina Chapman and friend Neil Gaiman enjoy a snack with Syrian refugee Um Murad and her daughter in the family's pre-fab caravan.

Miss Chapman holds a young baby and she and Mr Gaiman listen to UN aid workers at the camp talk about the conditions the refugees are facing there

I listened with Georgina and Neil to a man who was beaten in front of his family—his wife and young children—for over an hour and a half. You could see his mobility had been eviscerated and that a man who needed to be the proud and strong family leader had been brought to his knees by sheer human cruelty.

Neil told me about 11-year-old Rania. A mortar fell on her house in the middle of the night. Her father died. Rania and her five sisters lived, but she is missing a third of her jaw. The volunteer medic who attends her had recently run out of painkillers. Our translator said with despairing wonder, 'How does she sleep at night?'

I do not know how to answer that question, nor do I know how we can sleep at night, when this is happening.

Each tale we heard, each journey, was more harrowing than the last.

UNHCR introduced me to a group of young adults learning English, 10 women on one side, 10 men on the other. We talked movies. Their favourite actress? Angelina Jolie. Why? She is a great actress and had also visited the camp twice, unheralded.

They love her for her craft, but also for her humanity. I asked about actors. They told me they identified with characters who did the right thing, the hard thing, to make sure good triumphed over evil.

Then they had a question for me: Why, after we told the world that chemical weapons were our line in the sand in the Syrian conflict, did we do nothing? America is their movie star. We are their Shah Rukh Kahn, Wahlberg, Cruise, Stallone: the guys who do the right thing.

How to explain that after Iraq and Afghanistan, the U.S. and U.K. became tired? That we do not want to see our own sons and daughters in harm’s way?

The Zaatari camp, which is nicknamed by aid workers as the Champs Elysee is described by Mr Weinstein as a ramshackle city of tents and containers, home to about 120,000 Syrian refugees

The work of the UNHCR is filled with a lot of sacrifice and very little thanks. They are building cities in the sand, erecting shelters as quickly as refugees arrive, providing health care, education, water, support, and protection for the millions forced to leave their homes in the biggest humanitarian crisis of our time.

We visited a camp that had opened two weeks before. It was only home to 4,000 refugees. Sadly, and not so slowly, it will undoubtedly fail to reach its capacity to shelter 120,000 refugees.

The stories of their various journeys across the border were harrowing - each tale a nightmare. But the 'child-safe' areas in the camp were a source of profound inspiration, and hope. Here, children who had only weeks ago been too traumatized by their journey to speak, laughed and played openly.

I watched 10 young kids (more than 50 per cent of these camps’ populations are children) playing soccer with an imaginary ball. Five against five, screaming and cheering, their imaginations working overtime to create joy in the middle of a desert.