Most traumatic stories for me were of human smuggling: how people are forced to collect the money for smuggling from nothing and how they have to hide for long periods of time hiding in under underneath trucks travelling through Europe.
This silly baby, this sticky, sweaty, sick human humming and sucking on her fingers is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
It is as if I can hear this 1-year-old child’s thoughts: “I was named after a ‘Mzungu‘, a white person? This is Aimee?” When she sees my white skin, she presses her fat face into her mother’s breasts and shakes her head. She hides and waits. But I do not go away.
I ran away in February 2010. I knew that if I didn’t run, I would be killed. After I ran, the soldiers harassed my family and asked them for my whereabouts. My family also ran away soon after that. I am not angry, but I am just so sad. We deserve human rights.