"It is not for the conditions of the center, is for freedom. What do I care how you eat, you see here is in place, but because we have to keep locked up like animals? ". Ali is an electrician in Zarzis, waiting for his uncle in Paris. But at this point even he does not know if and when it arrives. "I do not understand anything. Some say that keep you in six months, those who say that you recall in Tunisia ". Centre for the identification and deportation of Modena. It is the morning of Friday, February 25. There are still two days of the uprising on Sunday. And the prefecture has authorized me to visit the center. With a little bit 'of insistence, I finally got the green light for entry into the modules where the inmates are transferred by Tunisians Lampedusa in recent weeks.
are 42 out of a total of 59 men locked up in here. It is almost all from the town of Zarzis, aside from a few of Sfax and Ben Guerdane. To understand just look at the walls of the hall. They had recently repainted white. But it took only a few days to come back again because all graffiti. "Zarzis" is the word most frequently. It is written in Arabic and Italian. Alternating with the anger of those who wrote in an ungrammatical Italian perjury of various kinds against the government, the nostalgia of those who has recorded for such declarations of love Mary, the hope of those who have repeated "Allahu Akbar", God is the greatest , and the cocktail of all these emotions collected in the design of a large heart on fire.
Ali shows me the room. There are two beds. Everything is clean. The wall is a collage of photographs of naked women worthy of a collector of Playboy. At the center of the beds, however, on that same wall there hung a white cardboard with the words carefully, in green marker, the first sura of the Koran. Indicates the direction of prayer towards Mecca. "Insha'Allah nakhruju," he says. If God wants to go out. Only then did I realize that behind him in the corridor on the wall there is another message I had not noticed that before. It is in Italian, said: "The most beautiful thing in the world is freedom."
But we still what we remember is the freedom? If we forgot we would do well perhaps a step behind the bars of deportation center of Modena, where last Sunday's "freedom" was the cry that rose from the cages during the revolt, when the Tunisians inmates threw the mattresses out of the room into the courtyard and set it on fire. For almost all of them, this is the first time you are in detention. And what they fail to understand is why they ended up behind bars while their fellow travelers with whom they landed in Italy, at this time have already arrived in France.
Abdelshafi example has friends of Zarzis who traveled with him on the same boat, and from Lampedusa deportations had been transferred to the center of Bologna, where, however, have meanwhile been issued with an expulsion order. The last time I called them they told him they had already arrived in Paris. Because they yes and he did not? He who before embarking undocumented also had tried the legal way, asking for a tourist visa to the embassy of Poland in Tunis. He thought it would be easier, Warsaw would seize the car in France. But they refused him a visa and now finds himself locked up in here.
instead Jed is in the north of Tunisia, Cap Bon, and Pantelleria has landed in the middle of January. On board were six of us, all friends. And all six were taken to the deportation center in Modena. But then three were released to make room for newcomers. And the other three still wonder why their freedom is worth less. The same question arises whether the day by Karim. A man of forty. A good person for the first time he is detained and can not get over it. He had started thinking that that would have easily got a job to treat the child. A child of 9 years, with a genetic disorder of the nervous system, which needs continuous care and assistance, but which is now even more alone. Last night his father started to cry thinking about the situation that is over and I think that waiting six months locked up in here.
Ayadi will soon become the father instead. His partner is waiting for him in Belgium. It is Moroccan and lives in Brussels. It is five months pregnant. He had just been expelled, and the landings are taken as soon as he caught the ball to return to Europe by his family. But now I wait six months locked up in here and with the threat of forced repatriation. His son will be born without a father at his side. This also happens in Europe, in 2011 a state law prohibits a parent to live next to their child and to a woman, in the name of the best interests of the bureaucracy and passport stamps. But we, we remember what it's worth more freedom?
by FortressEurope
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