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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yesterday we protested together with Greek young people against our removal from the trains. It is more than one month now that we are afraid every day. we are forced by the Greek government to live under these conditions without any human rights. We have no choice. Athens is for many of us worse than Patras, because of the drugs, fights and police controls. here it is only a little better. the government want to keep us like this. we are free but we are in a prison too. Greek is a big prison to us. we even start fight among each other, but why? Because we are without papers, without food, without clothes, without money, without shelter, without medicine, without any rights. we want our rights back!
Do you see this trains? We live there. It is our house! Inside now there is one men with a broken leg. Police beat him. When we leave this place the police come and tell us: “No! you have to stay inside!” How can we find some small money, something to eat in the garbage, if we are not allowed to move outside of the trains? where can we go? they say they will kick us out from here to. I don’t know. Do you have any answers?
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.
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