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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
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
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
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