Collective story n°3

Beginning of the story :

My name is Ismael, I was born in Turkey and I live in Rome, Italy

I left Turkey with my parents and my sister. I'm 14 years old. When I left Turkey, I was 10 years old. I was happy to leave my country because I was poor, over there, but I was sad to leave my friends.

 

       We were etablished in a migrant center. One day, a lot of policemen came and destroyed our camp.

We lost everything, had no money and we had to sleep in the street with nothing. Streets were dirty, it was cold and we were so hungry. The French dream was not beautiful at all.

Once, a NGO came help us. The volunteers give us food and clothes.Their help was precious. 

 

We were very happy to have food and new clothes. I was hopeful and thought :all bad things like hunger and thirst will finish !

Then we heard a loud.  A person gone up to a rostrum and started to talking : We will install new camps for our safety, and announced us that the migrants who immigrated in Rome would have a house !

I felt very happy, and shouted: We will have a house ! We came there in 2013 !