Posts Tagged ‘frontera’

A country that has a lot of my image and my heart on this continent. I hardly ever go and somehow never let me go. Now too, by breakdowns, for commitments and that Zambia will never know where it ends the whole. South Luangwa, as I was the Lower Zambezi Park, Iran always with me, Iran always in my memory Africa.

Upon arrival we see again those three Syrian families who have been there for two days. They sit around a table with their children playing between the tables. They, All the men, They limit themselves to watching the news at all hours of a channel that does not stop talking about Syria and showing images of the war. They do it in silence, circling the screen, with due attention to listen to how others narrate their lives.

They end up being prostitutes, slave labor or sell their organs for magical rituals for less than 50 euros or several sacks of potatoes. They are trafficked by their own acquaintances and relatives. Some escape and manage to narrate the lived horror. There are associations that fight between threats to free them. Less than 10 percent will go home.

Have water?, asked. “No, no water, "he said quietly as the two we lay on a plastic couch office whose ceiling had a crack that threatened to collapse on our heads.