– How did I feel back then when I came to the UK and sought asylum? The fear. The fear was always there. The unknown. … Where you’re going to sleep. … What is going to happen tomorrow. Anxiety. Constant anxiety.
– My hearing was so strong… All the noise was disturbing me. I was sitting there waiting for someone to call me. For example, someone was just asking if I want a tea but that sentence was bombarding my brain.
– You were hypersensitive?
– Yes. Hypersensitive.
– What was I fearing? I was fearing that I did not not exist. I was wishing that someone would recognize that I exist.
On Sunday (Sep 13th) at 9pm local time we will light candles in support of refugees and asylum seekers in front of our house. Do you think you can do it too? To light the dark with us. Light the dark UK. Light the dark the World.
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Very sensitive…I can only imagine what it would be like. When leaving your country to be part of another culture, the fear of not existing to others must be very strong.
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On Sunday (Sep 13th) at 9pm local time we will light candles in support of refugees and asylum seekers in front of our house. Do you think you can do it too?
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