Tamer
erzählt.
Mit dem Tagebuch-Projekt versuchen wir, einen Einblick in den Alltag im Flüchtlingslager zu geben.
Das (englischsprachige) Tagebuch wird von Tamer geführt, einem 17-jährigen Mitglied von Karama.
Frühere Tagebucheintragungen können Sie hier lesen.
Lesen Sie hier den zweiten Teil seines Berichts über seine Reise nach Großbritannien im Juni 2004:
My trip in Jordan
When I passed through the "Allenby bridge" which the Israeli occupation controls, I felt in that time that I am free, and I could do what ever I want, because I will not see any more checkpoints.
But even I passed to Jordan, I was thinking why shall I show my ID and my passport every 20 minute or less, and I should pay so many times so much money, and why?! Because I am passing.why?! Because I want to move from one state to another and why?! Because there are so many borders and stops which the people put and still are putting, but why?! Because of the wars, which damaged all the nice things, and which put borders and barriers between people and their love, but why?! Because there are so many people who don't believe in just and love.
I stopped near the other side of the bridge, which we call the king Hussein bridge, and I didn't know what to do, because I realised I had lost the book with the phone numbers to my relatives in Jordan who were supposed to come and pick me up. And since I haven't been to see my family in Jordan for 12 years I didn't know where they live. If my parents want to go to Jordan, they need so many permissions and so much money and they would have complicated procedure. We were planning in the 2000 to visit Jordan, but as all of you know the occupation came and our situation returned worse than it was! So I wasn't able to be in Jordan before the year 2004, and really it was very complicated and difficult. After some minutes of thinking I remembered that I had the card of my friend (Katharine Maycock) who organized my trip, I called her and she helped me to contact my relatives.
When I went to Amman I called my relatives and they told me about a name of some place to wait near. After half an hour a man came, he started following me from one place to another; I thought he was a thief. But then he said: "My name is Maher!!"
So I knew that he is my cousin, but because of the very long period which I haven't seen him in, I didn't know him. When we went to his house, I saw his family, and I was really amazed by the fact that they were as strangers to me, and I asked my cousin: "Are you sure that you and your family are my family?!"
Later I spent some time with my friends Rima and Maha Hunadi, and after that I flew to London.
Tamer
Sehen Sie Bilder von der Reise bei: photoblog.be/karama
