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I was caught in Italia and deported back to Komunisia. They found me in the port of Ancona and sent me back with the next ferry. They locked me in a toilet together with other two refugees and gave us a cardboard to sleep on. When we reached Komunisia I was kept in the detention centre of the port for fifteen days. I had a paper that proved that I am underage. They transferred me in the prison of Kosani where I stayed for one month. Upon release they kept all my money – about 100 Euro – and my mobile phone. Then they sent me to the reception centre for minors where I stayed for one month. There it was ok. In the prison the situation was really bad. Almost everybody was sick. We had scabies. We couldn’t go outside and whenever we were complaining they were kicking us.
There is a border in Greece, where ships are leaving to Italy.
There are about 10 or 11 traffickers, they have a lot of passengers. The traffickers have small houses or rooms where they put the “passengers”. In one room they put 10 or 15 people. There is no water and its not clean. In one week a lot of passengers come and go. They wait for the day the ship is ready to go. Then, the traffickers decide to put the passengers inside the trucks. I was one of the passengers. One night in midnight the trafficker told me and my friends and put us into the truck. It was full of magazine and newspaper.
We vanished inside the newspapers.
To get us under the newspaper they had to put a lot of them outside, put us in the hole and the newspaper above. I had to hold the newspapers above me, they were very heavy, it was difficult. My hands got very tired. We did all kind of things like this. From 3 o’clock in the morning till 6 o’clock in the afternoon, I sad crumpled together, I couldn’t move. For 14 hours I couldn’t move, without any voice. Continue reading ‘Beneath a ton of newspapers to europe’
… I forgot to be thirsty, I forgot to be tired! I have lived several years in Europe as a student. Then the Palestinian government ordered me to return and work for them. Now the situation has become very difficult for me. I had to flee my county in order to escape imprisonment. I just wants to go back to France. My memories keep me alive. I had a car, I had a flat!
To everyone who doesn’t know:
schengendangle is the Blog of people like me, who come to Europe with the hope to finaly escape and find a new home. We are refugees trying to reach the less worse country, the one where we have a chance to get asylum. To achieve that, we are forced to cross the external borders of Europe and the internal ones. We cannot travel on the normal way like a tourist. We don’t have passports. In this world we have to travel in the darkness, in small dinghies, hidden inside and under lorries and by whatever means you might think of or you might not imagine at all. We cannot relax for one moment. We will not arrive if we fear the road. We have to focus on our goals, we have to achieve them. We travel uncomfortable and dangerous. I don’t intent to complain about my problems. This Blog is the attempt to fight back against inequalities by telling our stories. The Schengen Treaty gives some people the possibility of free movement in Europe but for others it makes it more difficult if not impossible to travel. It takes our human rights as people only because we are not European citizens. Dangle we call it when we hide underneath a lorry, between the tires – we the unseen of Europe. Some places are very difficult for us. The borders are more cruel at some points. We can try and try and try and get very tired, until we maybe succeed to cross. Patras, Igoumenitsa, Calais … and many more. It is where everyone of us has been. It is where we spend dark nights in the cold. It is where we doubt if we will ever be recognized as human beings.
