Yesterday, I sat with a refugee from Sudan.
He said I was the first person in the region who had actually looked at him and spoken to him as a decent human being in weeks.
He was sitting in the street, in the rain. I still need to ask about his age, but I think he’s in his twenties. We went inside a bakery, and they had really delicious looking pastries. I should have taken pictures of them. It was some type of new local food. Unfortunately, I can’t touch any of that never mind eat it. Even being there was risky enough. He got a few things from the bakery for himself and his friends.
Then we talked about where I live and how it’s safer if he wants stability. At first, he didn’t believe me, but I showed him pictures of the villages and the local workforce. I couldn’t stay for too long because I’m still sick as hell. He agreed to meet again today and bring his friend. He told me he used to be a nurse student back home. And I tested his knowledge and he didn't disappoint.
We also talked about my ethnicity, and I had to explain to him that I am native and actually a minority that most of the people he is looking at are descendants of immigrants and invaders. And told him words from my native language. Then I said something racist about descendents of invaders now thinking themselves entitled to judge who lives where in africa 👀 he laughed and told me racism is bad.
There are hundreds of refugees in the city now from African countries. Whenever there is some kind of political crisis, they are rounded up and sent back to the south.
It’s heartbreaking how they are being treated.
Some refugees from specific regions do have avenues to integrate. Others have to rely on loopholes, community help and similar measures. It has always been this way for war victims, although now one can do a few things to help give them a chance to seek out stability.
He was sitting in the street, in the rain. I still need to ask about his age, but I think he’s in his twenties. We went inside a bakery, and they had really delicious looking pastries. I should have taken pictures of them. It was some type of new local food. Unfortunately, I can’t touch any of that never mind eat it. Even being there was risky enough. He got a few things from the bakery for himself and his friends.
Then we talked about where I live and how it’s safer if he wants stability. At first, he didn’t believe me, but I showed him pictures of the villages and the local workforce. I couldn’t stay for too long because I’m still sick as hell. He agreed to meet again today and bring his friend. He told me he used to be a nurse student back home. And I tested his knowledge and he didn't disappoint.
We also talked about my ethnicity, and I had to explain to him that I am native and actually a minority that most of the people he is looking at are descendants of immigrants and invaders. And told him words from my native language. Then I said something racist about descendents of invaders now thinking themselves entitled to judge who lives where in africa 👀 he laughed and told me racism is bad.
There are hundreds of refugees in the city now from African countries. Whenever there is some kind of political crisis, they are rounded up and sent back to the south.
It’s heartbreaking how they are being treated.
Some refugees from specific regions do have avenues to integrate. Others have to rely on loopholes, community help and similar measures. It has always been this way for war victims, although now one can do a few things to help give them a chance to seek out stability.
