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.
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yesterday i was hiding in a truck with my friends, but police found us. they took our shoes away and told us to leave: “now your shoes will go to italy without you. you don’t need them anymore!” now i borrow a pair of old shoes from a friend. they are too small but i have no others.
I was in Kumenisia for two or three months. I tried going to Italy. It was not my first time in Greece. I was already deported twice back: once from the UK and once from Austria. Greece is really shit! I had a Pink Card in Greece after my deportation but anything else. I was also deported back from Italy several times upon arrival. They locked us in toilettes – 4, 5 persons together. We were brought to Patra. I immediately returned to Kumenisia because I had to leave. Now I am in Autriche with my family. I hope I find a way to stay here. I never want to go back to Greece.
I came to Greece thinking that I arrived in a real place. I thought I would be recognised here, that I would have a place in this world. I am wondering now, is there really a place for me? Nobody seems to know where to put me. I am alive. I am a human being. But I am pushed away from all places, I am transferred from one place to the other, I have no right to be at some places. I just seem to have the right to be in specific places in a given time. I am like an old shoe that nobody wants to wear. I have only the right to be unseen.
Continue reading ‘Which place?’
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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’
