I was in Patra. to go to Italy but I did not have money. I was compelled to go under the truck. Twice I dried and then the police found me but I was able to escaped. The two police men followed me, suddenly a third police men appeared in front of me. He beat me and I lost consciousness. When I woke up again they had already handcuffed me. They asked me for me paper. They took me to the toilet and the four police beat me so much that I was unable to walk. My body became black and white, I had no money to go to hospital, i had no one to help me.
Since one year half i am in Greece.
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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