Borders, Refugees, and Africa

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Some days ago I attended a summer school in peace & conflict studies in the North of Italy. On my way back home, I had to cross the border between Italy and Austria. While I was waiting for my train in Verona’s main station, I noticed two Italian police men. They stood on my track and observed everyone around them. Continue reading “Borders, Refugees, and Africa”

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Refugees: Media vs. Reality

I got very scared yesterday evening. As I was walking home, a drunk man walked past me. His face turned red and he repeatedly shouted: “Shit Migrants!”
Luckily, he only looked at me briefly. I guess my light skin colour protected me.
However, I am a migrant. One month ago, I moved from Germany to Austria.

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They say

I will be happy
If I do what they want

I should look pretty and young
Domesticate my tongue

I should smile
even if my heart breaks

I should be humble
Hide my inner earth quakes

I should have a great career
It doesn’t matter if I am sincere

I should have it all
But stay empty inside

I can achieve everything
After swallowing my pride