I was a child, I remember those days when I lost my family. Maybe I was 7 or 8 I think.
We were crossing the border between Afghanistan and Iran when I lost my family and a lot of people were trying to cross the borders to the neighboring countries. I was kidnapped by masked men with their faces hidden who took me to another place. One of the men had long hair and a mustache. He was a cruel person and I will remember him always. I was crying and begging him: “Please take me back to my family!” He was so cruel. Sometimes he was hitting me. One day he threatened me: “Stop crying. If you cry, I will kill you.”
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I am 14 years old and my brother is 15. We are in know in Germany. We left Afghanistan some time ago. We went to Iran. There we met someone who brought us to Turkey. It took as two days to get there. From there we went to Lesvos with a small boat. We spent some time in Athen, waiting for our older brother to come and help us to get to Germany. Finally we arrived. All together we had to pay 19 000 € to get here. We are learning German know. Maybe one day we will have Asyl, then we will learn a profession. We are happy know because we got a real chance to have a Future.
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