We are all migrants anyway: we leave our home in search of somewhere else.
On the occasion of the 104th World Day of Migrants and Refugees, which is celebrated today, Sunday, January 14, 2018, the Social and Community Theatre operators Elisa Biava and Marco Cinnirella, engaged in Crotone in the psycho-social intervention program Io non viaggio solo of SOS Children’s Villages in partnership with SCT Centre, give us a testimony of their work with unaccompanied foreign minors (UFM) in Extraordinary Reception Centers.
The search for somewhere else – Testimony of Marco and Elisa
We arrive at the center and the kids greet us smiling: “We haven’t seen each other in a long time!”
And to think that it’s only been a week since the last meeting.
“I prepared something for you” says L. accompanying us towards a wall embellished by his touch…
“The colors of the world, All join as one” … “Racism, Racism, Racism look at what you have done” … “Don’t cry mamma because everything gonna be Oright” … “There is no one like mum” …
Thus the gaze runs between the words and the pencil strokes. Suddenly, like a song of hope we read a poem that goes like this:
Ooh Africa, Ooh mamma Africa Our mother land
Why are we Free but still in Chains
Why are we so peaceful but still fighting
Why are we independent but still depending
Why are we democratic but still being dictate
Why do we have all it takes to be the greatest but still lags behind
Why do we have so much food but still hungry
Why do we have so much lands but still need homes
Ooh one mother land Africa, we wish one day we will be free without being chain,
We wish we will be independent without depending
We wish we will be democratic without being dictate
We wish we will be the greatest and not lag behind
We wish we will have so much food without being hungry and
We wish one Land will be so useful to Us.
Africa our Mother Land, when will this suffering end!!!
Some call it “brain drain”, others “children who leave”. Some don’t leave if they don’t have some certainty, others leave relying only on many hopes. Some get on a plane, some take the sea… we are all migrants anyway: we leave our home in search of somewhere else.
