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This is a common struggle

All about this trip? “My critical analysis” When I arrived in Munich, Felix and Arash came to pick me and be together in the place of exhibition. We arrived and such a big shock, it was not because of the exhibition place, the artistic work of region people with bottles of irons which honestly impressed … Continue reading This is a common struggle Continue reading

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Letters to the world from Ritsona”No.24″

“Two days in Ritsona” On a very hot afternoon, everyone is in their containers and no one dares come out. I am one of them, trying to drink as much water as possible in order to resist the heat. What about those under tents, those in the big hall, where many families are living together … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona”No.24″ Continue reading

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Letter to the world from Ritsona (No.22)

My nails soiled with Earth The sun has not risen yet. I keep one eye close, the other open to check the clock, hoping I could sleep a bit more. No, I must get up. I need to pray and quickly get ready, not to miss the dolmush (small bus). Walking from the house to … Continue reading Letter to the world from Ritsona (No.22) Continue reading

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Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.21)

To the world politicians – a letter waiting for an answer My name is Parwana Amiri. I am currently living in Ritsona camp with 3000 more people, hundreds of whom are young girls, like me. I am writing to you, not because I trust or believe you, but because I must give voice to many … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.21) Continue reading

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letters to the world from Ritsona (No.20)

We need bridges that connect, not the walls that separate A few days ago, I woke up as usual and got ready to go to my class. As I walked along, I noticed some bulldozers and many workers working by the back gate, constructing something. They had already laid down some long, red metal rods. … Continue reading letters to the world from Ritsona (No.20) Continue reading

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Letters to the world from Ritsona(No.19)

”Who is a refugee?” A refugee is someone who, once, had a normal life, a home for his  family, a school for his children, a hospital. He enjoyed respect and dignity. He had friends, relatives and basic humans rights. He had dreams, hopes, plans for the future. What he did not have was safety. That … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona(No.19) Continue reading

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1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona (No.4)

”Disabillity does not kill dreams” After a bomb attack, in the city of Herat, Afghanistan, which injured my leg terribly, I went to Iran. The doctors there wanted to amputate my leg. Luckily for me, there were some American doctors who did not agree and only operated on it. For five months after the operation, … Continue reading 1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona (No.4) Continue reading

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Letters to the world from Ritsona(No.16)

”My world is farming” When my wife and I immigrated to Iran, the Iranian government threatened us with deportation. That was exactly the moment we discoverd that my wife was pregnant and it was then that we started praying for a miracle. My youth had been poisoned by discrimination. The mere idea that my child … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona(No.16) Continue reading

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Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.15)

”Here is the world of moving statues. Here is the world of ghosts” Yes, everyone is alive, but without a soul, without a purpose, without the energy of inspiration and desire that animates all life. Their only wish is to cross Greece’s frontier and reach another European country. There is no light of hope here, … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.15) Continue reading

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