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it is hard to say.. I have not experienced what is going through the people that do that. judging from the situations they go through, will say that i would have done the same..
NO,I WILL NEVER RISK MY LIFE FOR THAT. IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IS IT LIKE IN EUROPE YOU MIGHT BE TEMPTED TO,BUT IF YOU ARE PRIVILAGE TO BE INFORMED BY SOME ONE THEN YOU MUST REALY LISTERN,I WILL NEVER RISK IT.
why should i risk my life to suffer again
And I mean not only very risky boat trips. There are many other risks, too... What I am going to tell is not a Nigerian soap opera, it is, unfortunately, a true story. My acquaintances, husband and wife, born in Europe into immigrants' families, work for a religious charity which helps homeless people (many of them illegal immigrants). They can tell many really terrible stories about naïve people who think that 'hamburgers grow on trees in Europe' and end up as homeless beggars. I saw one of these homeless beggars in the streets of a big city several times. The man's name was Aron, and he spoke the language of the region from which my father had come. He was easy to notice because of his exotic clothes, too. Though I am poor myself, I always gave him a euro or two. According to my acquaintances from the charity, he had a passport of another non-European country, but the passport was not valid anymore. About six months ago, Aron hurt his foot and a bad inflammation began. The people from the charity offered that they take him to one of the places where people ask for refugee status. Aron's chances to get refugee status were next to zero, but, at least, he could get free of charge medical aid, once he was registered as an asylum seeker. He needed a surgical operation, and a serious one. In the shelter run by the charity, they could not arrange for such a surgical operation. Aron refused and preferred to live in the street: he was afraid that, if he applied for asylum, he would be deported to his native land or to the land where he had lived before coming to Europe. About two weeks later, the people from the charity found him in a street, more dead than alive. He passed away a few hours later. The people from the charity buried him in a small Dutch village, in a nice picturesque place. That was the last thing they could do for him.
