We’re the lucky ones. Reaching the shores of Italy after a bumpy ride over the waves in our crowded, rickety boat, we’re immediately placed in a detention center. Finally, food and water. Exhausted we fall asleep in the tents despite the cold which the thin blankets barely alleviate. But we’re safe, far away from our war-torn homeland.
Not everyone escaped. Grandmama’s frail body succumbed after being relentlessly gang-raped by the Muslim terrorists. Grandpapa’s feeble protest - met with an axe to the head. My sister - abducted as sex-slave - never heard from again.
Tomorrow – a new life – for us.
Not everyone escaped. Grandmama’s frail body succumbed after being relentlessly gang-raped by the Muslim terrorists. Grandpapa’s feeble protest - met with an axe to the head. My sister - abducted as sex-slave - never heard from again.
Tomorrow – a new life – for us.
