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A memorable encounter

Hello,
I am an Afghan girl who lives in Hamburg, Germany for 2 years. I am 18 years old, I go to school, and am in the 11th grade. Right now I am in Mytilini, the capital city of Lesvos to particpate in the conference of the initiatives Youth Without Borders and Infomobile to help the refugees who arrive in Europe. When I was in Germany and I knew I would come to Mytilini I was very excited and happy. I thought to myself: “everything is good, and everything will work out well for the refugees.” But unfortunately it was not as I thought to myself!


All of the refugees where very sick and they were homeless. Everyone was tired and they had no drive. Some people slept on the street, some in the harbour. Nobody is able to sleep. Everbody is stressed out. Some lost their families during the journey or even through death. While some were physically present, their minds and souls were somewhere else. If I have to summarise my thoughts I would say that everyone was alive but their souls were already dead.

For hours, days and nights, they were on the streets or at the harbour so that the police could come to arrest them. The people were disoriented and just waiting for the police to arrest them. But the police did not want to arrest them. Nobody wanted to offer them food or something to drink. Nobody tried to understand them. Me and the others felt helpless because we could not do more than provide food, drinks and clothes, organise demonstrations or get in touch with the media. Nonetheless, thank god that we are at least able to do that and show our solidarity with them. They are not alone, there are people who think about them. We invited all of the young people who live at the Villa Azadi to a party and we brought them into our group to show that they are not alone. Also there were young people who were just released from the Moria centre who we invited as well. We prepared food for them and gave them clothes that they could wear. They opened up to us and told us stories about their fate and the sorrow in their hearts. All of them were very intelligent and multifaceted and two of them performed for us and sang beautiful songs. Below we post the link to the song they sang.

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Traces back 2013: Meeting with the Mayor of Mytilini

Hello Friends,
today, on the 10th of October 2013 we had an appointment with the mayor of Mytilene, Greece. The goal of this meeting was to negotiate the closing of the prison of Moria. We wanted to thank the city of Mytilini which helped us to set up the camp in Tsamakia beach of Mytilini for a short time. We also invited the mayor and his staff to join us for our welcome party which will take place tonight.


Because the mayor is a nice and friendly person he accepted our invitation.
He told us that he agrees with us about closing Moria. He does not like the prison of Moria. He told us that he could open Pikpa.
Pikpa could be an open and welcoming place for the refugees arriving in Mytilene.
Pikpa could be a better alternative to Moria. Pikpa is a symbol for freedom and hospitality while the prison of Moria symbolises imprisonment and unfreedom.
In the end the mayor wished us well for our project and journey!

What I want from myself

I want to drink hot and colorful tea under the sun all the time.
I want you to wash my dishes and dirty clothes.
I want to tease all people on the telephone -with a private number.
I want them to quit nazism¬rasism.
I want to stop all bad accidents bevor they happen
I want to be shinning instead of the sun.
I want an atom reactor to make electrisity fpr all poor people in the world.
I want to kill all killers.
I want to be a bird and shit on all passports cause all birds are free and they dont need passports`
I want a long wood to jump in the sky and I want the sky to keep me for ever.
I want to knock on my neighbor`s door and run away.
I want to smooth a hard heart with sand paper.
I want to tickle my partner.
I want to confuse myself with this question [what so I want from myself]
I want some place to yell.
I want some ear to bite.
I want to be serious when I request some girls for marriage.
I want to dust the sky so that stars will fall down and then I`ll pick them up.
I want when I get up all my friends to bent down to me.
I want to search myself.
I want two chairs to sit with you.
I want to fly to the galaxy.
I want to change all dissapointment to happiness.
I want to go back home soon.

About peace in Afghanistan

Afghanistan is our country. It is the best, everyone loves his country. Country is like a mother because it is where I was born. I want peace in our country. For that we need help of other countries.
How should we build our country? We can not get a job it is not peace. America cant keep peace because they don’t aim to.
Our main request is human rights. Especally in Afghanistan. Every where we have a life like slaves. We can’t do anything nowhere!!!

I came to Europe out of craziness

My story is a bit different. I came to Europe out of craziness.
My mother dies 9 years ago. I studies in school until 9 grade. My father married again. We are two brothers. My brother is in Afghanistan and I am here. I fall in love with the daughter of my uncle. They are living in Germany and one time they have visited us in Afghanistan. They knew that my mother died and they always loved me very much. Also for 14 years my father and uncle did not talk to each other. They had a fight about something small they couldn’t even remember. So I saw my cousin. They took me for walks and Ii fall in love. But my parents didn’t agree. My stepmother is never on my side. I talked to my cousin and told her “ I love you!. She ask me how it is possible. That our parents would never agree. Also we are from different environments our liefs are apart like heaven and earth. After one month the left back to Germany.
When they left I got lovesick.
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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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What I think of most …

One day I was sitting home and thinking. What should I do? I decided I have to go to Europe. I told my father about my decision. He said it is my life and my decision. He said he would support me as much as possible. His money was just enough for me to reach this country. I left my home 8 months ago. My uncle is in Enlgand. He promised to help me arrive there. Now he does not answer his phone and I don’t know what to do. I have no money left. For amonth I was sleeping outside on the streets. In the night I walked around because it was very cold. During the day I slept for some hours. I am waiting for the call of my uncle. Why does he not call? The only thing I am thinking all the time is that I have to leave this country. I have to leave this country! If I cannot leave this country to another European country, I will return to my family in Iran. It doesn’t matter where I go, I just want to leave from here! I want to go to school again and I want asylum.

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