SAMOS, Greece — On the slope of a hill on Samos, the Greek island known for its ancient ruins, colorful fishing villages and sweet muscat wine, sits a crammed migrant camp and sprawling tent city that many consider the most overcrowded and desperate refugee camp in Europe.

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By The New York Times

Giannis Meletiou, a 60-year-old lawyer, lives at the foot of the hill. The other day, he hopped in his jeep and drove a couple hundred yards up a narrow winding road lined with crowded tents. He waved at children, who lit up when they recognized him because he often prepares them sandwiches.

Then he drove past the migrant camp, topped with barbed wire and spilling out people, and rumbled past trees that migrants had stripped of their branches and chopped to their trunks for firewood.

He reached his family’s old property, in a field with a view of the sea and snowcapped mountains, and stood above a shin-high rectangle of stone. It was all that remained of the home where his parents took refuge during the Second World War. The migrants had taken the wooden walls, the windows, the doors and the roof. “Everything,” he said with a shrug.

About 6,800 asylum seekers are jammed into the camp and fighting the elements in the olive groves and pine woods of the hill. Below is a quaint port town that is home to about 6,200 locals like Mr. Meletiou.

Together, the locals and asylum seekers bear the shared brunt of forces beyond their control — Greek government dysfunction, the cold shoulder of the European Union, the chaos in the Middle East and the geopolitical calculations of Turkey.

And many here fear that this verdant tourist destination — famous as the birthplace of the goddess Hera and the philosopher Epicurus — is a preview of the future if the Continent doesn’t get its act together.

The migrants are essentially stuck here, waiting for approval to travel to the Greek mainland to pursue their refugee status and new lives. But few on the mainland want them, and the new government has struggled to find places willing to take them. Other European governments have mostly closed their doors.

Families who live near the hill complain that their way of life is under siege, that they have to chain patio furniture to fences and that anything left outside — shoes, clothes, the lemons on trees — disappears.

Summer houses have been broken into for blankets and mattresses, curtains and doors, pots and spoons. Doors have gone missing. In one case, migrants removed the wooden floor of a house’s second level.

Many in town, like Mr. Meletiou, are sympathetic to the migrants’ plight, even as more arrived this summer by boat from Turkey. The town’s mayor, Georgios Stantzos, is an avid scuba diver who volunteered to rescue asylum seekers and recover drowned bodies at the height of the crisis in 2015.

Recently, though, Mr. Stantzos was caught on a cellphone video lashing out at migrants loitering around the main square. He apologized, but in an interview, he argued that the video failed to show an angry demonstration of migrants descending on the square during a children’s Christmas celebration shortly before his outburst.

“I react so that the citizens don’t,” he said, adding that he had pleaded with the Greek government for help as the camp erupted in riots that threatened to scare tourists away on an island that can’t live without them.

But he had come to the “common sense” conclusion that the government was “sacrificing” his island and others, including Lesbos, where police this week fired tear gas on disgruntled migrants marching to town to protest their wretched conditions.

Outside Samos City Hall, by the curving promenade spotted with gyro restaurants, cafes and tourism companies, asylum seekers walked with their children and fished in the port. Others came here to video-chat with their families because they didn’t want them to see their living conditions and get upset.

“I don’t want them to worry,” said Claude Fotso, 31, from Cameroon, who has been living in the olive grove for three months.

The camp was built originally to hold 648 people. It is now packed with more than 3,000. Hardly anyone has seen a doctor.

Inside, on a recent day, Syrian teenagers applied masking tape over the slashes in their tent, left by thieves stealing cellphones in the night. An Afghan woman, wearing an “It’s All Greek To Me” T-shirt, cleaned pots with half of a sponge and a drop of shampoo.

Those who live in the camp have it better than those in tents on the hillside.

“Lots of people have come, I have been here the longest,” said Ashaq Hossein, 25, who avoided the crowded camp when he arrived two and a half years ago and set up on the hillside.

Sick of rats and mudslides, Mr. Hossein, from Afghanistan, built elevated living quarters consisting of metal pipes for stilts, a tarp-wrapped cage for walls and a section of wrought iron fencing for a door. His papers, dated Aug. 3, 2017, were brittle from folding and unfolding.

As the authorities prioritized the processing of some nationalities, like Syrians, others seemed forgotten. A loudspeaker above the camp called out names to report for interviews to leave the island. “I’ve lost hope that they will say my name,” Mr. Hossein said.

All around him, asylum seekers seized on a break in the cold weather to wash their clothes, bathe their shivering children and fill containers with drinking water.

Men gathered wood. They pushed strollers and shopping carts full of tree limbs and then chopped firewood for hours. Women used olive tree branches to brush doorsteps.

There are nearly 2,000 children on the hill, including 351 unaccompanied minors. About 580 of the children on the island are infants and toddlers. Only about 40 children attend a formal school.

One of those here alone, Mahid Alizadha, a 17-year-old Afghani who grew up in Iran, clipped his toenails outside a tent. A friend, feeling fresh after his first shower in a month and a half, offered him pink lotion for the scabies on his right elbow. His left wrist bore 13 lined scars from self-cutting.

“Only here I do it,” he said.

Children scampered all around, sidestepping bushels of barbed wire as they played marbles.

Masooma Hassani, 7, giggled as she dragged a scooter with stuck wheels up the rocky hill. She passed an Afghan man practicing English lessons (“Question words: who, what, when, where, how and why”) and others chatting around an outdoor barber. “Stop, stop, stop” they shouted so they could hear the names coming over the loudspeaker.

Mr. Stantzos, the mayor, said the Greek government promised him the camp in Samos would close and won his grudging support for a new camp for 1,500 migrants, which many have characterized as a detention center, about three miles inland.

But then he heard on the television that the camp would be built to hold 7,000 migrants. He suspected the number could reach 15,000.

“I feel betrayed,” he said.

The new site is folded between hills near the birthplace of the ancient mathematician Pythagoras. Excavators dug a vast flat field surrounded by concrete walls, fencing and barbed wire.

In the neighboring village, Andreas Fourniotis, 71, said he feared migrants would climb over the hill and arrive at his doorstep. “The whole village is worrying about this,” he said.

The migrants on Samos said they just want to get off the island.

As night fell, the hill grew cold again. Haidar Kazamahai, who had arrived two days earlier from Iraq, tried to keep his 1-year-old son warm next to a neighbor’s camp fire and explained, in a daze, that the authorities gave him nothing but four blankets and instructions to make do.

“I have a 2-and-a-half-year-old girl,” he said. “And my little boy.”

Down the road, Mara Shahir, 67, a doctor from Syria, taught some boys how to ignite a campfire with a plastic bag. “In the future, they’ll know how to keep warm,” he said.

After months on the island, Mr. Shahir and most of his family received a sought-after spot on a nine-hour ferry ride to take the next steps in their application process on the mainland. There, many were transferred to Ritsona, a camp with much better conditions, outside Athens.

Herutier Icapesa Matinda, 29, from Congo, had earlier made the trip from Samos to the camp, and celebrated by leading Syrian children in a song and dance.

“Ritsona?” Mr. Matinda called out.

“Good,” the children sang, copying his moves.

“Samos?” he called.

“Bad,” they said.

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