Pieced together like a mosaic, the daily routine of Welcomefeder consists of fragmentary impressions, diligence and bureaucratic challenges, in which we want to give an insight on the blog here.
In particular the individuals should have their say whose destinies and experiences were the reason why Welcomefeder had been launched in the first place.
The blog starts with a personal statement of Sepan, 20 years, from Damascus, who arrived in Hamburg about three months ago.
He will continue writing on this blog constantly.
I am a refugee.
Once i was a normal person, a person with dreams and full of hope, surrounded by the people that really love me just because of who I am.
My dreams were really simple: Just like any other guy i wanted to study and graduate to make my family proud.
But now I am not that guy anymore because now I am a refugee who had to leave everything behind.
I am that refugee who left his entire life behind: family, friends, school, neighbours.
I am that guy who walked for days and days.
I am that guy who lost a part of his life in the sea, in that moment in which I decided to throw away my bag to rescue myself from the waves what were trying to take my life. It`s right that I didn`t die but I gave my sketchbook to the sea as a gift. I gave the sea the pictures of my family that I was hiding in my bag.
Despite my age of 20 years, it is reallly hard to buy a new sketch book – not as a normal person but as a refugee.
But what can I do? I am without a country, without my family who supports me, without a mother to say welcome home with a huge smile on her face. Without a neighbourhood reminding me of my happy childhood.
All that I dreamed of some day has changed to the one and only dream of finding a new place that I can call home.
That is what it means to be a refugee. But I forget all that suffering when I see a smile on a face, a smile that tries to tell you are welcome. I forget every night I had without sleep and food and a home when I see a hand that helps.