today early in the morning a group of 25 police entered the place we live and arrested more than 70 of us. Sudanese, Somali, Palestini, Afghan refugees. Even some with pink card. police repression has to stop. we want our human rights!
today early in the morning a group of 25 police entered the place we live and arrested more than 70 of us. Sudanese, Somali, Palestini, Afghan refugees. Even some with pink card. police repression has to stop. we want our human rights!
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!
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’