BIrds of immigrants

Das ist kein Leben!

ronja — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 18:47:55 +0000

Ich bin 17 Jahre alt. Ich lebe seit 10 Monaten in Deutschland. Ich komme aus Afghanistan. Sieben Jahre habe ich meine Familie nicht gesehen. Ich vermisse meine Familie sehr. Diese Geschichte erzählt von Griechenland. In Griechenland fühlen wir uns gefangen. Wir können nicht weiter, wir können nicht bleiben und wir können nicht zurück. Wir möchten ein gutes, sicheres Leben. In Griechenland gibt es keinen Sprachkurs und kein Zuhause. Wir können nicht arbeiten. Zum arbeiten brauchen wir ein Papier. Wir wissen nicht wie wir das Papier bekommen.

Weil wir nicht arbeiten können und kein Zuhause haben, müssen wir auf der Straße leben. In der Nacht kommen die Polizei und die Griechen und machen uns Probleme.

Es gibt viele Flüchtlinge die lange in Griechenland bleiben müssen. Das Leben dort ist sehr schwer. Das Leben dort ist kein Leben. Wir brauchen Hilfe, aber es gibt keine. Der Eine wohnt in Patras im „Jungle“ und kommt nicht weiter. Der andere schafft es auf das Boot nach Italien, aber wer weiß, was mit ihm passiert? Vielleicht wird er sterben, vielleicht wird er wieder nach Griechenland zurück geschickt.

Die jungen in Griechenland haben eine Chance, Leben oder Tod. Sag mir, was können wir tun um Leben zu können. Wer kann mir helfen? Die Europäer? Nein, ich glaube nicht.

Wir möchten ein Leben als freie Menschen, aber wir haben Angst. Danke fürs zuhören.

Jek — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 15:19:25 +0000

روزی فضلواز ورد کی پرسید: او لوده چرا یک لنگ جورابیت آبی و یک لنگش سرخ اس ؟
ورد کی گفت: نمیفامم والله. همی رقم یک جوره دیگام ده خانه دارم

Jokes

Jek — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 15:17:57 +0000

یک روز وردکی ميره اداره هواشناسی به یکی ازکارمنداش ميگها مروزهواخيلی خوب بود

Life without FUTURE…

javid — Sun, 29 May 2011 14:01:04 +0000

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.

I didn’t have any information about the Camps during my life. I always thought I can continue my learning and have a part time job.
With working I can earn money and also Subsistence for my life. When I arrived to Germany they sent me to a Camp When I entered to the Camp I be came hopeless about my life.
because that was really inhuman place.
We were 10 guys in a room that was 14 meters.
We have only some beds for sleeping.
Tuesdays and Thursdays we were standing in the queue for giving food. Package foods.
from 3 kinds of foods we could only choose only one of them.
We spend the days and nights without any program for example Learning, Sport or Recreation.
All the guys, because of some problems they moved to Europe, because of that we always have argument together in the room. All the guys were nervous.
The tome getting worse day by day and I have any hope about tomorrow.
After 3 month they gave me a Goodman (formund).
The day I had interview with my Goodman, she gave me a lot of hopes and with a lot of promises.
With this promises I be came hopeless again.
After that day I spent 5 month and Goodman did any thing for me.
In the beginning I had an interview with youth help office and they told me you will get transfer maximum in 3 month and we will give you a House.
As I’ve told you I am here near to 8 month.
In this inhuman place and also that package foods and 40 euro pro month.
With this style of life I have any hope about future.
I can not grantee my future…

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

javid — Fri, 20 May 2011 00:25:05 +0000

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.

In the Munches’ airport I went to police station and with all the nice wishes I asked asylum there.
Then they sent me to a place that they call it (Lager or Camp)
Jeah I went there.
In the street that I was near to that place, you can smell all kind of terrible smells.
So I went inside that place, when I saw the situation inside of that place for a moment I felt that I missed all my wishes.
Also there was no way to deport myself to Iran.
I forced to keep continue my life at that place.
We were 10 guys in a 12 meter room. We leave together. One day one of the guys told me you must stand in the Queue get your food.
I was so shame of standing on that qiue to get my food. The package food, you can take it them two times a week, you don’t have chance to choose your food they choosed it by them self for you.
That food wasnt enough for a week that was for 3 or 4 days.
The Goodman’s told the guys you hire maximum about 3 month and then you get transfer to a great place.
You can get 40 euros pro month and that was enough for making call to Iran or somewhere ells.
I am Ander 18 and I need a Vormund that sign my papers as my parents.
For the other guys that they came about 3 or 4 or 5 month later than me, they got them vormund maximum in 2 month or they went to the German course in 3 month.
But I was about 6 month without any Vormund and 7 month without German course.
And now I am in that place that I’ve told you near to 9 month. I got Vormund but this guy doesn’t any thing for me.
I hate loudness and fight in my life.
But hire they have every night fighting I couldn’t remember that I can sleep relax.
But with all the hardship I will continue my learning.
In this place it’s better to call it Jail they put us in the soul pressure and also body pressure that until we be force to deport our self to our country.
But deport is death for me.
With nips we lost the taste of the life.
When they check our ID card, after finding you are from Afghanistan or Iran they call you as a Terrorist.
That be come on of my wish to tell the world I AM NOT TERRORIST.
I am hire for make my feature I am not hire for 40 Europa, for packages food or for this inhumanity places…
I took a mistake by coming to Europe I wish the other guys of my land they don’t do that.
This miserable guy has the best wish for you…

Forgive me

javid — Sat, 14 May 2011 20:14:49 +0000

If I love you very much forgive me
If you are the only one my heart desired forgive me
Forgive me if at night I count the Stars
Forgive me if I keep telling you I love you
Forgive me if I keep bring you Baskets and Baskets of flowers
Forgive me if at night I only dream of you
Forgive me if I am not enough for your Eyes, You are an Angel and I am only Human
Forgive me if I Die and come back to life for you
I Apologize for my craziness around you
Forgive me if I keep Entrusting you to the Hands of God
When in the Company of others instead of saying (Du) I say you (Sie)
Forgive me if I don’t wanna show you to the moon, or to the night or to the Hands of sky
Forgive me if I want you only for my self
Forgive me if I am not enough for you But I am too in love with you
If I live you very much forgive me If you are the only one my heart desires forgive me…

Yeay Yeay Yeay

ronja — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 13:30:29 +0000

On Februar 19 some people wrote the poem “what i want for my selfe” on Posters and spread them throug budapest you can see the outcome here and here

we made posters of the lines of the poem, and stuck them up on streets of Budapest (some of them are translated into Hungarian)

what our life look likes

javid — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 17:08:17 +0000

My life is exactly look like a film that this Musik explain it to you

Never forget

I hope that one day I continue my life again

ronja — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 14:04:33 +0000

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.

I was 15 years old, I moved from Iran to turkey.
And with all hardship that every body is faced with. After one month I arrived to Greece in Simi Iceland.
Synopsis I went to Athen.
All of my friends they had money,but I had finished my money.
They have talked with facilitator and because they had money, they crossed the order and have gone.
After two month I went Patra.
I’ve heard some thing abuat Patra.
And I was afraid because there is no way.
I was have to go to Patra.
Synopsis after 10 days I crossed from Patra to Ankona.
I was about 24 hours in truck full of orange. Hungry and thirsty, with really cold temperature.
That was end of 2008.
Synopsis we were deport form Ankona.
We were 7 person.
The other guys were with Facilitator, but I was just one of member of (khod andaz)=(what we call a group of persons who passing the border with out Facilitator and also with out money).
After the deportation, I came back to Patra.
Then after 2 month I crossed again to Veniz, I was 45 hours in truck that was full of orange.
When I arrived to Veniz the police catch us.
I was so weak and I was comatose, and it was because of freezing.
And then they deport us to greece.
I had to try so much but that was trashy.
Till one day I went inside the fance number 6 for (khod andazi).
The Securitys catch me. There were 4 person.
they beat me and bludgeon me more than words can say.
the Turkish driver took me out of fance.
I was 3 night in hospital.
synopsis up to they closed the (Kheyme gah)=(jungle), and who ever was under 18 be picked up to Camp.
In order to that I came back to Athen.
About 5 or 6 month I was in Athen with out any money and house.
I was sleeping in parks.
Synopsis I came back to Patra again.
I was so horofied till one day I crossed accidental to Bari.
After 3 days I arrived to Rome.
I was forced to take the train with out ticket because I didn’t have any money.
In every stations the checking took me off the train.
synopsis I arrived to Rome and I went to church and they gave me food and clothes,after two days I moved to France.
synopsis I arrived to Paris.
Because visiting Eiffel tower was one of my dreams.I stayed in France about 15 days.
In order to that I moved to Germany.
I am a football player and beacuse I love so much Bayern München I came to München but….
even though with the all hardship I was full of energy, but I don’t know why, when I came to Germany I became so upset, closeto wanting KILL my self for two times.
for the first time that wasn’t so serious,but the second time I have gone to hospital.
The guardian slighted me so much, guys that I loved to KILL my self with alcohol, but that doesn’t work, but I cant say the reason.
I hope that one day I continue my life again.

I never say get me free of the birdcage
Take my birdcage to a garden to be happy my heart…(Saadi seid)
Bey…..

The importance of Honor

javid — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 14:51:49 +0000

I really LOVE my familly…

Even though I lost them…

Hah.What the life…!?