Afghanen drängt es nach Deutschland
Im Blog „Birds of immigrants“ heißt es in einem Beitrag: „Ich möchte ein Vogel sein, um überall hinzufliegen. Ich würde mir ein Nest bauen und jeden Tag würde ich fliegen, wohin ich will. Es wäre ein schönes Leben. Vögel haben keine Staaten und keine Grenzen.“
… that we are crossing the borders we did not smile because we are anxious for crossing the border. Whenever we go somewhere people look at us like we are criminals or have bad manners
I want to drink hot and colorful tea under the sun all the time.
I want you to wash my dishes and dirty clothes.
I want to tease all people on the telephone -with a private number.
I want them to quit nazism¬rasism.
I want to stop all bad accidents bevor they happen
I want to be shinning instead of the sun.
I want an atom reactor to make electrisity fpr all poor people in the world.
I want to kill all killers.
I want to be a bird and shit on all passports cause all birds are free and they dont need passports`
I want a long wood to jump in the sky and I want the sky to keep me for ever.
I want to knock on my neighbor`s door and run away.
I want to smooth a hard heart with sand paper.
I want to tickle my partner.
I want to confuse myself with this question [what so I want from myself]
I want some place to yell.
I want some ear to bite.
I want to be serious when I request some girls for marriage.
I want to dust the sky so that stars will fall down and then I`ll pick them up.
I want when I get up all my friends to bent down to me.
I want to search myself.
I want two chairs to sit with you.
I want to fly to the galaxy.
I want to change all dissapointment to happiness.
I want to go back home soon.
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.
When I arrived in Greece I was detained for some days in a prison on an island. Then I was transferred to another prison on the mainland. When I was released I already felt the fear deep in my breath. I wondered what would happen next. I asked myself where to go and where to stay. In Athens I went to the neighbourhoods, where I could find my people. I was lucky to find a friend from my village who helped me out some days so I did not sleep on the streets. In my pocket I had a white paper that limited my legal existence in Europe to 30 days. The days passed by and I had no right on any place in this world anymore. I decided to leave this country which did not want me. In Patras I tried for some months to cross the border to Italy. I was living in the trains on a marshalling yard. The trains there were not used anymore. They had no place anymore, like me. As I couldn’t succeed, I left for Komunisia. I lived in the mountains, in the cold and the dark. My only shelter was a sky full of stars. I lived in the same city with Greek people, but my world was another and the two worlds did not meet. One day I was arrested in the port. The police brought me to a prison in the port. We were 27 persons in a cell for 6. After some days I was transferred to another prison close to the border of Albania. We stayed some days there. Again we were transferred. It seemed to me as if they did not know where to put us, where to store us so that we do not disturb their lives. The bus took us far away to a store house they called a prison. The windows were far away on top of the building, our only contact to the outside world. In the night when I was dreaming I found my own place, somewhere to belong. In the day I was brutally reminded of the reality. I stayed approx. for a month there and in the end they released me. Suddenly I was free again in the middle of nowhere supposed to find my way back to civilisation on my own. But which civilisation? Which place? My life in Greece is a real life in real places, but of another category. Places where I am “illegal”, places where I am hidden, places where I am limited to a ghetto of the paperless. And if the police catch me, I have to be in prisons. I have the strong feeling that they want me to understand that this will never be my place too, that there is no place for me here. I think I understood!
Have a save journey!- Children in Kabul.
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To everyone who doesn’t know:
schengendangle is the Blog of people like me, who come to Europe with the hope to finaly escape and find a new home. We are refugees trying to reach the less worse country, the one where we have a chance to get asylum. To achieve that, we are forced to cross the external borders of Europe and the internal ones. We cannot travel on the normal way like a tourist. … We cannot relax for one moment. We will not arrive if we fear the road. … This Blog is the attempt to fight back against inequalities by telling our stories. The Schengen Treaty gives some people the possibility of free movement in Europe but for others it makes it more difficult if not impossible to travel. It takes our human rights as people only because we are not European citizens. Dangle we call it when we hide underneath a lorry, between the tires – we the unseen of Europe. … Patras, Igoumenitsa, Calais … and many more. It is where everyone of us has been. It is where we spend dark nights in the cold. It is where we doubt if we will ever be recognized as human beings.
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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’
