Читать книгу The Migrant Diaries - Lynne Jones - Страница 30
Cornwall, Monday 29 February
ОглавлениеThe police started clearing this morning. Some refused to move so then it was tear gas and stun guns. Apparently, some set fire to their tents, and there was rock throwing. I scroll through photos and videos on social media, feeling miserable and useless. Just before I left, one of my Afghan friends showed me a note he had written out very carefully:
My only wish is to be in a safe place. I want to live in a place where I can find peace and study. I am very tired of this situation and it makes me cry. When I get on a truck, I feel happy, but when we get taken off, we become sad and give up. It is better just to die. He is sixteen years old.