Today, yesterday, the day before, every day … I try to leave for Italy. waiting for a truck, waiting for a chance. climbing inside, hiding. in the end always the same: the driver finds me, the komando finds me. somebody always finds me. then I have to leave the truck again and escape. I think of my friends who are in Italy now, in Sweden, in Autriche… in Europe. And I am still here. My family tells me to go on trying. they say everybody else arrived in better places. Greece is a bad place for you. Yes, it is bad for me. And for everybody. So I go on trying.