Refugee faces (No2), from Welcommon Hostel. The real stories of refugees
The story of Nasadore (freedom and democracy)
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“One day she came to prison to visit me in secret. Her father and her brother didn’t know and they would beat here if they were aware. She brought a ring, gave it to me through the fence and said: „I want you to be my husband.” It’s a very difficult idea in our country [for the woman to propose] and she challenged the ideology for me. She loved me as much as was needed to do it.
It was love from the first sight. I met her through a friend while she was studying in high school. On the first date we just walked on the street and she was very shy. She was afraid that someone could see us so we were hiding from people.
When I got to prison she waited for me. She came to court and waited for five hours just to see me for three minutes. Then she waited for me for six years. When I left we got married and now we are expecting a baby.
I remember the poem by Richard Lovelace which I read in the cell:
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Minds innocent and quiet take
If I have freedom in my love,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Except for my wife and family I don’t have many good experiences from my country. They put me in prison there only because I wanted democracy and freedom. I’m looking for a new home for me and my family, I want to belong somewhere and start a new life in a place which respects human beings, which doesn’t look into my religion, my ideas. We are only humans and we can accept each other.
I stay in the WELCOMMON HOSTEL now and it’s a good place. We have English, German and sport classes and I found migrants like me. We met the teachers from France, Germany, Poland and we had a good experience with them. Last weekend one of the volunteers noticed that my leg was infected. She hurried to the pharmacy right away and bought medicine for me. And she didn’t want any money for that. Now the leg is better and it’s all because of her.”
Nasadore’s wife is still in his home country.
He lost the engagement ring from prison during his travel to Europe.
The bracelet (on the pictures) is another gift from her he managed to keep.