Somebody really cared about us refugees
Oh yes, sure! I remember the longhaired man on Lesvos. I remember all those volunteers. There were many others on our way trough Europe: they helped us a lot.
The volunteers were very important to us: we were exhausted when we arrived in Greece and the volunteers brought us food and water. They also showed us how to get to the camp and spent that entire day with us. We felt that somebody really cared about us refugees.
Everybody was praying
The boat, oh my dear, the boat. We didn’t know whether we would arrive on the island or die at sea. Those hours we spent on that boat were the most dangerous hours of my entire life. Every woman and girl was crying. The men did not cry, as is tradition: we were all praying. I don’t wish for anybody to have to try and travel by boat like we did. It was a very, very difficult time.
You are welcome!
At last, after two of the hardest hours of my life, we found the volunteers, on the beach. They said to us: you are welcome. We need them to feel safe.
We need to cry
We crossed Macedonia, and travelled to Germany. I’m a volunteer now myself, in a refugee camp.
However, even now, when I am safe, here in Germany, I wish I were able to cry little bit.
We still feel the need to cry, even now. Maybe I’ll do that one day, but in the darkness, alone. It might help a little bit.
Even though it is difficult to be here, in Germany, I am never going back to Syria. I’ll stay in Germany forever.
Please, greet every volunteer. And take care!
Read: I’ll see you in Syria and I will never forget
Look: Rubberboot vol grenzeloze vreugde and Mijn liefste knuffel is voor jou
