We lost everything we had and knew: our home, our existence, our family, mentality, identity, culture and language. We came to a different country and faced an uncertain future. We believed and hoped to find a new home including freedom, justice, acceptance, tolerance, security, independence, happiness and a bright future. But did we really get a fair chance to become part of our new country? Did we really get a chance to live a proper life and experience a hopeful future? Society expects a whole lot of refugees. They expect them to become perfectly integrated. But integration always involves: give and take. It is a two-way street. I ask myself: Who is going to take responsibility for my stolen childhood?
Fifteen years of psychic execution.
Fifteen years of mental torture.
Fifteen years of harassment by bureaucracy.
Fifteen years of loneliness.
Fifteen years of social isolation.
Fifteen years of helplessness.
Fifteen years of powerlessness.
Fifteen years of existential fear.
Fifteen years.
Fifteen chapters.
The Stolen Years In Zurich!
