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EDGES MAGAZINE Issue
23 |
October
2000 |
in fear of our lives |
ASYLUM |
Oxfam is
currently running a campaign to highlight the indignities suffered by asylum
seekers, including the controversial voucher scheme, and to combat the myths
and negative media coverage surrounding those seeking asylum in the
UK.
The following
testimonies are from asylum seekers in the UK. We thank Oxfam for allowing us
to publish these testimonies. |
Bek, 17
year old asylum seeker from Mitrovica, Kosovo
My
name is Bek. I am seventeen and Ill be eighteen next month. I am Kosovan.
I come from Mitrovica. Its a big city, the second biggest in Kosovo. I am
Albanian and I am a Muslim.
Things became really bad when I was
fifteen. Everyone was moving or advising each other to get out and go somewhere
safe - the Muslim people I mean. I had to escape because me and my friends had
been helping the KLA soldiers - giving them information, food and clothing. At
the beginning they werent really soldiers, but then they became an army.
Everybody helped the soldiers - most of my friends were helping them too - you
have to you know, its for your future. If I had been older then I would
have been made to join the army- I wouldnt have had a choice.
One
day the Serbian police came round to my house to look for me. I escaped out of
the back door. I was really scared. I cant say what would have happened
to me if I had stayed, but it would have been dangerous because Im not a
Serb. I escaped with Mila, my friend.
My family wanted me to leave
because they knew it wasnt safe for me. They are in Bosnia now. I really
miss my family, and of course they miss me, but they are happy because I am
safe. But it is a long time to be away from my family. I havent had
contact with them for five months.
When we left Mitrovica there was
another guy with us - an older guy - and he took us to Macedonia in his van.
There was a carpet in the van and we had to hide underneath it. When we got to
Macedonia, Mila and I paid another man 4,500 deutchmarks - half each - to get
away in his lorry. I wanted to go to Switzerland because I have some cousins
there. I didnt know that I was going to England.
We travelled on
three different lorries altogether. The driver of the third lorry didnt
know we were there. It was a big lorry and we hid in the back. We just wanted
to escape. We were happy to get away from the war, though we were scared about
the next part too. We could tell that we were crossing the sea and thats
when we guessed that we were going to England.
The journey to England
took three days. We didnt have any food, we had nothing. When we got out
of the lorry the first thing I wanted was to get some food.
We were
discovered when the lorry stopped at a petrol station and the driver got out to
get some stuff. He saw us and told us to get out, but he wasnt angry.
Someone called the police - maybe the driver, I dont know. The police
took us to the city centre. There was a translator who helped us find a
solicitor - they said that this was the most important thing. The solicitor
gave us lots of forms to fill in.
I spoke a little bit of English then,
which helped. We stayed at the interpreters house for two or three weeks,
and then Mila and I were given a room to stay in by the social services. But
since then I have moved about four or five times. Social services give us
£35 a week.
Its enough to buy food, but not clothes. Things
are very expensive. When I first arrived in England I was shocked that I had
gone in the wrong direction. I wanted to go back again - not back to Kosovo,
but to Switzerland - and I found that wasnt possible.
People are
really not friendly to me here. The most difficult thing is learning the
language, and communicating with people. It is very hard. And there are so many
forms to fill out. But I have been treated well by social services. I
dont know if it is like that for everybody. Its different for
different people.
When I see the stories in the newspapers about asylum
seekers I feel bad. Some people have seen the war in Kosovo on the television
and then they see Kosovan people here and they can say yes, it is a good thing,
and we are going to help them. But not everyone is like that. Some of them say
What are they doing here, why have they come here? I have met
people like this myself and I can tell you a story about that. I used to live
in a place with three other asylum seekers and something happened there. It was
like a racist attack. A lot of people came to the house and smashed up the
windows and doors with sticks and baseball bats. One of my friends got hurt and
had to go to hospital. I was out at the time. If I had been there with my
friends I would have been very, very frightened. It was really horrible.
We had to move house after that happened - it was too dangerous for us
to stay there. The police stayed with us until we moved. Our social worker
found me a place to stay. When I first got here I did an English course. My
English is getting much better but I still find the work very difficult though.
Im not sure what I want to do when I finish school - really I
just have to concentrate so hard on studying English, and if I want to study
anything else I find it hard. Im taking it step by step. When I was
growing up I wanted to be an astronaut but I think Im a long way off
that. It was just something I wanted to do when I was a kid.
I will be
eighteen next month and instead of getting money I will get vouchers. I think
this is going to be more difficult because you can buy just food and nothing
else. Thats why I am trying to save money now.
I want to go back
to Kosovo. I hope that I can go back next year. I might go to university but I
might not. I dont know if it will be safe to go back next year - maybe
war might start again. I am still waiting to see if I can stay in Britain.
Im waiting to hear from the Home Office whether I have to go back or
whether I can have refugee status. I dont know when I will find
out. |
Abdul
Rashid, (not his real name) 17 year old asylum seeker from Kabul,
Afghanistan
I am from
Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan. The fighting has been going on in my country
for many years.
Things got really bad when the Taliban came, five years
ago. Everyday there was fighting, from morning to night. There was lots of
bombing and shooting. Many people were killed.
I was fourteen when I
was injured by a bomb. It blew up close to me and I was thrown back into the
air. My arm and leg were broken and I hurt my back.
My father, my
mother, and my little sister were killed by a bomb three years ago, when I was
fifteen. It is very difficult for me to talk about this.
My father used
to have a tobacco shop. At one Oclock he came back from the shop to have
a meal with my mother and my sister. I was at school but I could hear all the
fighting. At two Oclock I came home and saw what had happened. My whole
street had been destroyed. There was nothing left. No father, no mother. My
home was finished. When I saw this I fell to the ground. I was in hospital for
one month. I couldnt speak at all - I couldnt even make a sound.
After one month I started to speak again very, very slowly. It is still very
difficult for me to speak.
After my parents were killed I stayed in
Afghanistan for two years, with my mothers sister. Then I went to
Pakistan to live with my older brother and sister. I stayed there for one
month. I wasnt able to go to school. (N.B. In some parts of Pakistan
refugees are not entitled to an education.)
My brother and sister paid
a man five thousand dollars to get me to England. I came here in a lorry and a
boat. For two months I didnt speak to or see anybody. I slept and ate in
the lorry. It was very hard. I was sick everyday
I only had enough food
and water for one month. After this time all my food and water was finished.
Five or six times I had to get out and steal food. I had never stolen before.
My mother and father taught me not to steal.
When the lorry got to
England, five or six policemen got onto the lorry and started to look
everywhere. I escaped out of the top and hid outside, underneath the lorry. One
man saw me but he put his finger to his lips and told me not to speak. He was a
very good man.
I found a place to sit underneath the lorry before it
started moving. Then I stayed in this position for a long time. It was raining
very heavily and the driver was going very fast. It was terrible and I was
frightened. I was holding on very tight and my arms were very painful. I
thought Oh my God, why have you come here? I dont like
England. The wheels were spraying water all over me and I was very wet
and dirty. After about six hours I fell.
One or two days later I woke
up in hospital. I didnt know where I was. Then a woman brought me to the
Social Services in Oxford and they gave me money and somewhere to stay. It has
been good for me here. I go to school here. I am learning to speak English.
Now I am young, and I must work, because I need money. I would like to
work in fashion, making clothes. I am very good at cutting and working with
material. I will be eighteen next month, so instead of getting money I will get
vouchers. This will be very difficult because it means I can only buy food. I
wont be able to buy clothes or telephone cards.
I cant go
back to Afghanistan - please, no - there is fighting, fighting all the time. I
want to go back to my brother and sister in Pakistan. I send them letters, and
sometimes we speak on the telephone. I want to join them again but I cant
because I havent got any money. |
Aleksandras - 21 year old asylum seeker from Eastern
Europe
I left
my country because my life was in danger. I was told something bad was going to
happen to me. There are so many problems there - political, criminal. Gangsters
run everything. The police are corrupt. I had no-one to turn to.
One
day I bought a plane ticket to London. I chose London because I had heard that
the human rights are good in this country. I believed I would be given asylum.
What I would do after that, I did not know.
I arrived at Gatwick
airport one day in early November last year. I spoke no English and had to find
someone from my flight to explain that I wanted to claim asylum. At immigration
an officer asked where I was from, and he said bye, bye, and waved
back towards the plane. I just stood there. His friends laughed.
An
interpreter came. Immigration said they would put me on a plane to Latvia. Or
would I prefer to go to Germany? Youll be alright in Germany, they said.
They would pay for the ticket. But I told them I wouldnt go.
They
put me in a room with other asylum seekers. They took my fingerprints, and my
photograph, and then I waited for ten hours for a solicitor. There were a lot
of questions and even the interpreter was angry. After they had finished, the
immigration people drove me in a bus to a place near the airport that looked
like a prison, a fortress. It was surrounded by big walls and cameras, and it
looked frightening. They took my fingerprints again. I was there for a week. A
guard said they would send me to Rochester prison.
In the end I was
taken to another detention centre, this time near Heathrow. I was held until
Christmas Eve. That day they took me to Campsfield House, in Oxfordshire. When
I got there I called my cousin who lives in London, and she was sad that I
couldnt go to London for Christmas.
Every day in detention is the
same. Time goes slowly. You get up, go for breakfast, go for an English class,
or go to the gym. The first few weeks are bad, but when you get to know people
its better. It doesnt matter where you come from - Kosovo, Algeria,
Russia, Africa - you have a bond. Some of the officers are racist. If you do
something they dont like, they threaten you with prison. There are a lot
of hunger strikes. Hunger strikes are the only way to get the world to notice
us. Some men go crazy with worry about their families if they cant see
them.
In February my request for asylum was refused. Then two English
people agreed to sign papers to guarantee I wouldnt run away, and I was
released on bail in early April. Since then I have lived with four Kosovans in
a house in Oxford, waiting to find out what will happen. The Kosovans
dont speak English, So I cant really talk to them. But I know them
from Campsfield, so we are friendly.
I have nothing to do all day. I
cant do anything, Im not allowed to work. I hate being in all day.
Social Services pay for some basic things, but if you need actual cash for
anything its very difficult. When I asked if I could have some cash, I
was told that I could not, because my asylum request has been refused.
I live on vouchers. They are for the Co-op shop only, and they are for
one or five pounds. You cant get any change from them when you buy your
food. You have to go around the shop finding things you dont even want,
to spend it all, so you dont waste it. The only money we get is for bus
fares, but Its not much, and that goes quickly.
Ive just
had a letter from Immigration. The letter tells me about my
removal. They dont believe how bad it is in my country, or
care about my problems when I go back. I knew a man who slashed his wrists at
the airport rather than get back on the plane. He didnt die, but he would
rather die than go back.
I dont know what will happen when I go
home. It will still be dangerous for me. My mother left the flat we used to
share, and I havent heard from her since. I dont know where
shes gone. There is no-one to go back to. |
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