my friends are somewhere in prison. I don’t know where. the police catch people and bring them to prison in Komunisia, then to the border with Albania, then to Thessaloniki and I don’t know where. Me also they caught before and they brought me these ways. my friend called me that they brought them now to another prison, close to Florina city. who can help them?
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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?’
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!
