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Life without FUTURE…

My name is M. I’m from Afghanistan and I’m 16 years old.
When I was in Afghanistan, I was thinking about my future a lot, that I can continue my learning in safety place and also have good job with a good life.
Thats why I moved to Europe.


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I thought … I will find my future in Germany … But

Hi, I am Eternal I bornd in Iran.
My father was Mechanic, I was student and I did Mechanic as a part time job.
Up to the day life for refugees getting worse and worse in Iran.


The refugees can’t continue learning in colleges and that’s why I moved to Germany.
I had good life, I didn’t have any limit during my life, I could reach any thing that I want.
I mean I didn’t have any problem about money.
With all the beautiful wishes that I had about Germany I arrived to this country.
I’ve always told myself: I can have a greatest life there. I will have good job, good university and a good life.

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I hope that one day I continue my life again

In the name of God
Hi,I am M. J. 17 years old from Afghanistan.
I was forced to leave my land because of having enemy and fathers dead.
It means they killed my father,and my mother ran away from there.
Actually I am from Behsud (a city in Afghanistan) that I lived about two or three month in Afghanistan.
I was born in Afghanistan, I was two or three month that we moved to Iran,and we went back in Afghanistan, and after two month because of some reasons that I’ve told you we went back to Iran again.


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About Sweden …

…. my life is not gut here

travel of a refugee

AFGHANISTAN

I’d been living in AFGHANISTAN for almost 11 years.

In AFGHANISTAN our lives were very bad. There I never went to school because there our lives were very bad. When I was 6 years old I had to work.

When I was 7 years old my father has been killed. I wished to go to school but I couldn’t because I had to work.

At home we had just an old radio and when I was listening to it, I said to myself that one day I would be able to make something like that because I liked technology and now I still like it.
I said to my mother I wanted to go to school. But she said “you must work for us”. After my father death I was the older son of my family.

After my father death I have stayed with my family for 3 years. After 3 years I went to IRAN for work.

IN IRAN

I came to IRAN with smugglers.
I went to ISLAMQALLAH, near the border. At night I spoke with a smuggler but he told me that I needed 1 000 000 toman (name of the money in IRAN) – 700 euros- to go to TEHRAN .I said that I didn’t have 1 000 000. He told me he would bring me to TEHRAN only if I paid 1 000 000. I said it was ok and when I reached TEHRAN I would give him 1 000 000. He said ok. At last he told me we would have to walk only during the night.

From ISLAMQALLAH to TEHRAN we walked about 18 days. We slept during the days in the mountains. It was a very hot summer. We were hungry and thirsty, especially thirsty. After 18 days we reached TEHRAN.

In TEHRAN suburb the smugglers caught me because I didn’t have money. I had to stay with them during two weeks. After two weeks one of them said: “if you don’t have money you must work for us”. But I asked him: “for how many days will I have to work for you?”. He said “3 months”. “It’s a lot” I said but he told me “it’s not a lot and I started to work in the fields, buildings…
I worked there during 3months and after he told me that I was free. I was happy and then I went to the town.
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About underaged refugees in Paris

Found a post about unaccompanied minor refugees living in the streets of Paris:

We sleep under the bridge of the canal; at 7am the police come and wake us up. They put lights on your eyes and stand above us and they bring fire station water to put out our fire. We used to sleep in the park, but the police guard the park and won’t let us in after sundown now.

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When I crossed the border …

Before going to Europe I checked the internet for information about my journey. I read that on one of the borders they had special controle machines to recognize immigrants in the dark by the warmth of their bodies. It was night, dark and I was alone in a forest. I only understood I was walking in circles after I stepped for the third time in the same puddle. I said to myself: Ok, you are not walking straight obviously. But it was impossible. I concentrated so much on walking straight and not making any turns to the left or the right. Finally, I crossed the border. I went to a bush and waited. If there were these machines, I thought, then they would see me, so I wanted to wait for the border guards to come and catch me. I waited for them because I did not want them to catch me from the back. Continue reading ‘When I crossed the border …’

My mothers dream was …

My mothers dream was... Farsi version

My mothers dream was... Farsi version

I have had never seen Afghanistan.
This question should be asked from my father and Mather, that they gave birth to me in Iran-
The days go spend but so hard.
For somebody good, and certainly for a lot of people so BAD in every point of view. (Corporeal, spiritual)
My aim was, I found my future in a country that I love. (Sweeden, Finland,”Germany”)
But now, with all the that I struggle had to put out to achieve my dreams, unfortunately I lost it.
And I continue my life with the dream of that lovely country.
But I am not hopeless, and I’m thinking with my whole body the bright future in a darkness city.
I will shot an arrow to the darkness maybe it have an accident to goal.
And I believe it, If I want with all my endeavors I can be succeed.
I never be hopeless…

afghan proverb

Hi there is an tradition proverb that says

boz aga konesh nakhara nan chopan ra namekhora

it means that Its some situation that we created for ourselves in uerope

I was walking …

I was walking in a venue
tired and disappointed.
A stranger came and ask me
„Sorry, do you have a fire“
I told him I have a fire from my
heart. And he laugh
and even went away.
poem_farsi

Birds of immigrants

This blog displays a platform for unaccompanied young refugees on the way to Europe. Some of the post are written in Greece, others are posted in some Internet-Cafe on the run. This page should be a way for young refugees to display their view on Europe and of course all the experience on their way.

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I hope that one day I continue my life again