Stories and News No. 850 I read that in order to protest against the evictions in Calais, a group of refugees sewed their lips together, exhibiting the signs with unequivocal messages. I quote one among the others, demanding response from those who watch and read: where is our freedom? Yes, where is it? Here it is, we just need to follow the thread... I remember. I try to remember how it all started. Them . The very first I saw was them. Mine. I loved them. They have loved me too, maybe in their own way. I want to believe that. I have to. Then something broke. First an explosion, then a scream and after a suffering. Therefore the plural killed the exception and the others came: explosions, screams and sufferings. That was the time I began to hate them. The very first that I saw. Mine . So one hope has given me the strength to endure and resist. To survive. Believing that they were not the only ones in the world. I wanted to believe it. I had to. So I was saved for...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher