THE AMSTERDAM HUMAN SMUGGLER by Meurs A.M, english version.
Followed by the statements in english, dutch, french and arabic of Hashim, refugee of We Are here, who died (33 years old) on July 5th 2016.
Like in the original edition, I included in my special the heart-wrenching statements of the Sudanese refugee Hashim because I have never witnessed a more moving description of the situation of refugees in Holland and Europe. From Hashim I read, after he ended his life, how he was first killed intellectually by ‘some of my harshest experiences and suffering’. This, and the way he described it, chilled me to the bone. I cannot add anything to that. What I, as a writer, can do when facing this situation, is imagine what could happen when the hatred of strangers takes precedence. Inspired by the story of Jaroslaw Hasek titled The Amsterdam human trafficker, this became my own THE AMSTERDAM HUMAN SMUGGLER.
On the very same day that in Koblenz Germany an anti-immigrant rally was taking place and Geert Wilders spoke in German of a ‘new Europe’ [New Third Reich!] – on this day the horrid story of ‘the ‘Amsterdam Human Smuggler’ was published, in which story at the end a similar meeting took place in the Amsterdam theatre Carré whereupon a remarkable thing happened. But lets start from the very beginning….
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THE AMSTERDAM HUMAN SMUGGLER
Theorie was a young yet mature man of around 35 who never really knew for certain how he had gotten his name. Was it supposed to be like ‘Theorie’ as opposed to ‘practice’? Did his mother call him this as a ‘pay-back’ against his father who had abandoned him before his birth? Did she do this to revenge his father – to which he taken a distinctive resemblance? What Theorie himself always said was “Theorie precedes practice and then it is Theorie which returns back from that practice.” Yes, yes of course that must be so, people would say ironically. Or was the origin of the name a combination of his grandfathers from his father’s side with his grandmothers name on his mother’s side? Theo and Rie. In anycase his mother found this a bit comical – but she also disappeared from his life before he could actually ask her more about it.
Whatever the origin of the name was, Theorie was not satisfied with his life thus far. He did not have the smarts for anything scientific nor to become rich. He could not write nor did he possess any artistic abilities so he thought to himself – I will go into politics as a right-wing populist! And what was the political catch phrase that everyone was talking about – the mass immigration of refugees. Yes! And Islam, and nationalism, and being against Europe…Yes!
Obviously there was already lots of activity on this front, but Theorie thought he could at least add a somewhat intellectual flavor to it all. He did often over-estimate his own abilities. He thought he was being original when he said it was not enough to just speak against the immigration wave, that we have to tighten and even close the borders, that we should send them back. He wanted to actually show in action that he could in fact get refugees to return to their home countries and that less of them would come into the country. This last part, about less coming into the country he thought was rather cunning of himself; the refugee stream should not be cut off completely because it was in fact their existence in the country which had and would continue to create support for his populist right-wing political cause. As Theorie you also should be practical. And that is why he gave his party the name ‘The Party for Theory & Practice’ or PTP.
It was at this time that Theorie found the quotation. Not that he was the kind that would frequent book-stores, but he would sometimes rummage through the on-sale books which were set out on tables outside. For 1 or 2 Euro you could hardly go wrong. The title caught his attention immediately; ‘The People-Trafficker of Amsterdam’. It was of course ‘the Amsterdam’ but also ‘the People-Trafficker’. People-smuggling, trafficking in women, all of these are topics of the day. He did not know the author of the book and only later recognized that he was the same author as <The Good Soldier Svejk>. He knew this book but was not overly impressed by it. This Soldier Svejk appeared to him a bit of a fool, a loser. This book seemed also to disappoint him; they were very short stories and the story entitled ‘The People-Trafficker of Amsterdam’ was actually only 3 pages long. And that turned out to be only about the impact of trashy sentimental novels on the lives of some people. So that did nothing for him.
But then he read this:
<In an isolated back street of Amsterdam, near the harbor, where almost a hundred aliens disappear every year, there is a small café that also rents rooms. In the drinks that are given to the people who overnight here they add sedatives and then…..the bed and guest are dropped through a trapdoor to the basement. A knock on the head, a chilling muffled cry …. Beside the café there is a butcher’s shop. Their meat is so cheap the low prices ensure the store is always full of customers. The meat has a strange taste – there is indeed human flesh cut! Do you want to know how that works? In the basement, the ‘guests’ are beaten to pieces with a blow from an ax, slaughtered, cut up and then at night the meat is transported to the butcher shop.>
Theorie forgot about his cute intellectual touch that he wanted to add to the refugee question, he now knew exactly what he had to do!
But not long after all of this, he also realized that someone with his reputation could not possibly do this by himself. He would need to set up his very own needed Asylum Center, an AC but a very specific type of AC , a Private Asylum Center, a PAC. We should all do what we are good at, add value in his or her own particular way. And one with a butchers shop nearby! He placed an advertisement.
An ad looking for the director or a PAC ….beside an Islamlic or Halal butchers shop?
No that would not do. Because Theorie was convinced that someone who applies for a ‘pro-refugee’ position does not get to the opposite, especially not to the extreme opposite, the other extreme.
But one could expect it the other way around and you could never obviously place an ad for the murdering of refugees. Not yet anyway. Some people will just have to have some patience!
Theorie placed and ad for a ‘personal-assistant’. An ‘assistant for him, Theorie, with his anti-refugee, zenophobic anti-foreigner, anti-Moslem, and anti-Europe reputation. Anyone answering the ad would have to be interviewed to be clear that in fact the opposite would be expected of him as appeared in the ad. At this point one would have to see how the respondents would respond.
But one had to think this through. If this person, after some thought, still said yes but then later succumbed to his ‘pro-refugee’ sentiments, especially when it came to actually physically eliminating them, the person would not be able to turn back. Theorie had to think this through.
So he placed the ad for a ‘personal assistant’. About dozen people responded and it seemed that most had drawn the conclusion that he needed a bodyguard and accordingly these types answered the ad.
A totally different type, an old hippie with a pony-tail but not so old, around 45 or so, aroused his interest. Theorie asked him “Do you know my company goals? OK fine. But are you willing to provide some special in-put, are you willing to make some personal sacrifices for the job?
You will have to do exactly the opposite of what the advertisement actually says!
You have to go up at the station and pick up asylum-seekers and bid them welcome, you have to register them and even coddle them if necessary and set up a reception center. Are you able to do that?
I have to know that first before I explain myself. If you do not immediately say no, then I want you to sleep on it for a night and come back tomorrow, we’ll talk further about it. At least if you agree to my proposal without asking questions and without knowing exactly what it entails or why, then we can proceed further.”
The next day without asking any questions, the applicant, named Rein said yes.
Well, “said Theorie, “our goal is to get rid of asylum seekers. I can tell you that now is really what you wanted and what is the reason you came here, and we can reach that goal.
The question is really, what are you willing to do to achieve this? You have indicated that you are willing to go totally against the values which you had at first indicated were your own and can pretend publicly to be a ‘friend of asylum-seekers’. But the real question is: what are you ultimately willing to do about getting rid of asylum seekers? How far dare you go?
I’m not saying you should have to, but I need to know if, for example you might commit in bourgeois jargon ‘a crime’, even if it included a murder, would you do this to get rid of asylum seekers?
At this point the applicant ‘personal assistant’ wanted a couple of days to think it over.
After those few days he came back and said: “It is not easy. I’m not used to do things against my character, against my conscience. It is very hard for me to be pro asylum-seeker, to be kind to them, to ‘coddle’ them. But it would just as difficult for me to murder them. I am against asylum seekers, but I’m not a murderer.
But I believe that it will still succeed me, right by this combination of the two that the contradiction between the two raises. I must first act very much against my nature and act warm and welcoming and coddle them – and because I will find this so revolting and frustrating it will generate enough aggression in me, that I could probably be able to actually murder them. So yes, I will do it!
Theorie patted him on his shoulder and hugged him. “I knew I could count on you. I know when I look at people what kind of dwells inside.
In the following days they walked around a lot in the dark – they could not be seen together. Officially, they each represented a totally different- each one hostile to each other -side of the asylum issue. Usually it was Theorie that did the talking and it seemed as if he had not been able to really discuss his inner most thoughts before with anyone. It seemed that he Rein regarded as his great sounding board, perhaps because they were so different. Rein looked around 40-ish, not that old, perhaps 45, but looked like an old hippie, with pony-tail. Theorie looked around mid-thirties and was dressed in a suit and looked the’ ideal son-in’.
On their walks Theorie usually wore a hat. He was too restless to sit down anywhere and they often walked along the canals. Properties that had accessibility to water were of peculiar interest.
They stood in front of an old butchers shop – Theorie knew it was nearly bankrupt.
We can take it over you know – and probably right away. There is another bank over there, but those banks have drastically cut back, they were bailed out once but that will not happen a second time, they face a huge loss of image. So that building will most likely also soon be empty.
Apart from exploring the places where everything which was being planned would take place, Theorie, described his idea how they would explain-away the disappearance of their allotted refugees, and how they would explain their much larger number of people compared to other ordinary ACs. And finally, he wanted to show how he wanted to maintain his supply of refugees.
“Look,” said Theorie, “we therefore provide a thru flow of people without obviously explaining the reason why. At least not at first, perhaps later when other more countries come to realize that it really cannot be otherwise. How then do we explain how we are arriving at such a high rate of thru traffic.
There are a number of possibilities to explain the discrepancies – people disappeared on their way to the asylum centrum in Ter Apel because they went under-ground, others were distracted by the temptations of the big city, who think they can find their way outside of any asylum-centres.
There are also in those in Ter Apel , individuals whom are actually extradited or whose refugee status is rejected. These are just a few, but where possible we should take advantage of that and act as if we were responsible. We can play the same game as the Dutch government – play dumb and pretend we do not know that those people be immediately arrested on arrival, decapitated or at least locked up.
We bring a group of people to Schiphol, they wave to the press there, but somehow they never actually arrive at the gate. Via a short-cut we get them slightly disguised return somehow via a back-door back to Amsterdam, draw their plan, or log on to ‘We Are Here’ and the circuit begins again.
‘We Are Here’ is a group of about 200 according to the government of failed asylum seekers who cannot return. That is our first target. Another group gets on the plane…. but then returns with the next plane back to the Netherlands. We have already agreed to that with some corrupt authorities on the other end and with ‘new documentation’ they would just look like ‘fresh’ or new asylum-seekers. That way we can keep the stream of refugees flowing.
Of course there will also be those with a little pocket money who really will attempt to return to their country of origin, in the knowledge that they really have no chance in the Netherlands and hoping still to escape the authorities in their own country.
Some think that with a couple of hundred euro they can start some kind of small business. Hope is a strange thing and does funny things to people. And hope will return even if it has to take some detours.
If indeed it does not succeed in their land of origin, they then suddenly hope that it will all succeed the next time and they stand with luck again at our doorstep and subscribe to our “procedures”, not at understanding what that actually entails. But people are stubborn, especially in their hope.
People who end up using a smuggler will inevitably keep coming back to Europe.”
Theorie said after they had dodged an oncoming group of noisy young Moroccans. “It really is a hopeless case and ends up costing a fortune. It would be cheaper and more effective than to have just leave a hole in a Greek fence and then start some Balkan fires – we do have local contacts for that. Increasingly far-right parties in fact see that a full closure is counterproductive to their supporters. People would think that things have settled down, the refugee flow has stopped and people could fall back asleep again and the traditional political parties could continue with their traditional inertia. So with a breach in a fence where a few thousand refugees break through the blame game can begin again and voila -everybody focused again.”
Before they departed Theorie put a copy of the book “The Amsterdam trafficker” in Rein’s hand. “Here,” he said, “do not waste time and only read the lead story from the title then you will understand exactly what I’m getting at. Look after the book well. It could give some others the idea. I will look after the real-estate we need. Think carefully about the secret connection between PAC and the butcher. Hire some staff for the PAC, and ensure that there is one person you can trust and which ensures the supply of PAC to butchery. The rest of the staff – let this person hire them – should know nothing. Hire a butcher which you can rely on blindly because he is on our side but preferably also because you know something about him. Let him hire his own staff at the butchery. ‘Great, that should about do it!’ ‘he heard himself say and could not avoid the cliché of our times – “Have a nice day” he said. But otherwise everything went fine.
He gave Rein a warm handshake – he had found himself a confident and side-kick!
Theorie had been proven right. The butcher’s shop did indeed want to be acquired and the reorganized bank was only too happy for a deal now that there was interest in the building. There were now built in 400 roomettes, a common kitchen, washrooms with showers and a recreation room.
They walked around the buildings. Rein told him that there was an underground connection between PAC and the butcher shop which also had two new cold rooms and in between a slaughter room.
Only the head butcher is allowed in there and will be processing other than products from the PAC as bushmeat, which will be mainly monkey meat, and occasionally a Highlander or a buffalo or other wild meat from other Dutch sources.
“Agreed,” said Theorie, “there should be quite a throughput from the PAC, at least 10 per week. Should not be any more than this – but the pace should be kept constant. The meat must indeed be handled personally by the butcher. When others encounter it must already be unrecognizable, no longer be traced back to a human being.
In order to distract and mislead the introduction of the bush-meat range is quite good. Furthermore, sheep, goats, cows, chickens, would add to the assortment. Meanwhile, all those who leave the PAC, for several days or permanently, does not matter, will exit through the butchers. Sometimes they are taken away officially during the daytime but we’ll take them back at night drugged.
Oh yes we also have vegetarian meat. If we get complaints that it tastes too much to just flesh, we refer to the label that says “Made and processed in an environment with carnivorous plants.” Let’s all just agree to that. I’ll give you a completely free hand in both the renovation and in managing the PAC and butchery. I trust you.”
They had in the meantime walked on a bit and ended up in front of a building full of slogans and banners.
“Oh yes,” said Theorie again, “we start by offering to provide shelter. Considering the very questionable way Amsterdam is dealing with ‘non-documented’ and rejected asylum-seekers, it would actually make us look very good. Often we are dealing with people with absolutely no identity papers or documentation of any kind, are unregistered and at most have only very superficial identification. When these people ‘disappear’ no one will raise a finger. We would have to take account of the various groups within We Are Here, WAH. While not a very tight group in itself, their various components [ like Swahili, French speakers, Somalis etc etc] are.
“Leave that to me” said Rein. “As soon as we provide the people from ‘We Are Here’ shelter it will create a lot of PR for us. Many AC will want to send us their difficult cases. Well that would be great for us answered Theorie, as long as they pay. The various municipalities will also want to send people from the BedBathBread. Which is fine …as long as they pay! We are a private organization and we are not only solving the problems for the Secretary of State, but also assisting the municipality of Amsterdam in dealing with their huge problem, which the mayor has only made worse with his stubborn stickling to vague legalities. We will fix it for them – as long as they pay. We take WAH at once completely and if the municipality does not quickly pay us, they will face the risk that we would put them all back on the street at once, transporting them all directly to City Hall.”
Theorie had another point. He had seen on TV people recycling all sorts of things on Lesbos – life jackets and other things washed up on the beach. He asked Rein: “What do we do with refugee remains, their belongings, but also their actual body substances which could not be processed as food?
I read that during World War II the Germans not only extracted gold from teeth, but also made expensive wigs from hair that has been cut off for the dead, and that they were able to make soap from body fat. Can we do something like that?”
Rein hastened to say that in this age of knowledge of DNA it would pose a huge risk to even reuse something of a refugee. Everything, absolutely everything, was burned in the furnace of the slaughterhouse together with the human remains that could not be processed into food, or together with meat which has been declared unfit due to illness for consumption. But first it was processed into unrecognizable meat through a separate ‘route so that no risk was taken on the way to the oven. Processing was not possible it was burned as co-firing using henchmen in the crematorium along with mutilated bodies as a result of accidents or transplants.
Theorie nodded and admitted that he had no problem with a corpse or cadavers or even unprocessed meat but could not stand something in between. Rein said, “I understand, but a butcher fortunately has not problem with that.” Theorie steered his imagination into a different direction, and said small-mindedly, “Let’s talk about something else. Remember when you said you would have to make a sacrifice to me, namely at first to be nice to asylum seekers, and then you had put conscience aside again in order to murder them and take them to the slaughter. I did not want to blackmail you by telling what a sacrifice I had made, but I can tell you now. I’ve devised a system PAC linked to an abattoir, a slaughterhouse to slaughter refugees and then eat them. I can tell you now that I do not eat meat and that I’m against eating meat. Can you imagine what such a slaughterhouse means for me as a vegetarian? What a sacrifice I myself had to make? You understand that I did not come to look at the production, nor did I want to hear about all the dirty details about body parts.”
They then departed and went their different ways – Theorie did not go again that evening to the PAC and the butchers.
Barely two months after their first meeting their PAC , the Private Asylum Center was completely full. It was the only reception center in the Netherlands that was full. Indeed the problem for ‘We Are Here’ literally had disappeared. All Dutch cities watched in wonder and some envy. Other AC’s focused opportunistically on the ‘easy’ Syrians. They sent the more difficult cases -mostly from North and Central African countries – whom the Immigration and Naturalisation Service (INS) did not accept as having enough believable documentation about them and thus could not be granted further asylum to the PAC. They provided them with the requested backpack with some pocket money that state and municipal authorities had between them provided. Suddenly this all became possible, where in the past it would have been unthinkable!
The PAC was so full and the desired results had been achieved – the halal meat market was the only one of its kind and extremely popular.
The elections were approaching, and Rein could see that Theorie was more than well aware of this. The business was good but in what way did this influence the chances for his party in the elections? How would he be able to cash in with votes all the good work he had done for the refugees but making them in fact to disappear? Because their disappearence had now become a reality. But the old problem remained, because he was very limited in what could he openly reveal.
Rein had convinced him to go quietly on with the demonstrative forced evictions at the airport, he himself went through with the demonstrative ‘voluntary return’, also at Schiphol.
Maybe they could organize a press event wherin Theorie would ostentatiously declare that “voluntary return” was actually the ideal return for his Party for Theory and Practice, and this is where his party had achieved the most success. Maybe he could switch completely over to ‘voluntary returns’. Theorie could possibly even at some time come out as the very man behind the successful PAC, the asylum seekers’ center with the largest percentage of voluntary returns.
But Rein convinced him that his influence would be infinitely greater if he could find out before the election to try and achieve a merger with all the other anti-immigration parties. The PVV (PFF, Party For Freedom) voters potential had to be drawn to the new party which Theorie as the initiator would have a firm finger in the pie. That appeared to be something which Theorie found both intriguing and possible.
The day which had been chosen for the merger of all the of the anti-immigration parties a meeting had been arranged at Carré which was about three-quarters full. Temporary security gates had been set up along with identity checks, and it was all for an invited audience only. The official boards of the parties sat in the front row. Someone muttered, “There’s 500-year clink in a row.” And this comment garnered laughter and some furtive protest in the immediate vicinity. “And Geert is not even there,” some added. Geert would indeed not be on the stage yet – he would sit down somewhere with his guards in a room but would speak later they whispered.
The speakers all seemed to be saying the same thing but different ways but in the end were exactly the same:
“That’s why the PFF is the only party that … ‘
“Therefore VNL is the only party that … ‘
“Therefore, the FFD is the only party that … ‘
“Therefore, the PTP is the only party that … ‘
Each participating party had the pretension to take the lead in the new merged organization. There was still a lot of committee work needed if one wanted to obtain a unified single program and candidates list going into the elections.
When the boards of all the parties had assembled together on stage for the closing ceremony, the unexpected happened. On stage, there appeared suddenly out of doorways, side-wings, ‘exits’ which had been previously closed, from the sky-lights above along cables and ropes, from stage-right and stage- left, from back-stage, and on roller skates, hundreds, it was said later thousands of refugees with banners and signs entirely surrounding the stage and the audience in the hall.
It was immediately assumed that they had all somehow snuck in through an underground hallway to the basement of Carré, which connects to the fallout shelter underneath Weesperplein Metro Station.
And they sang:
We are here and we will fight
cause shelter and freedom
is everybody’s right!
Theorie was ever only afraid of one thing. He had secretly read one page beyond the story <The people-trafficker Amsterdam>. And since then he was most afraid to be ever extradited to the Tsjoewaziërs. On that page was namely described how Hašek, the future author of “Svejk” was given an introduction to the city of Bugulma in distant Russia, where he would be commander if the city would be conquered, something which was far from certain ever to happen.
His guidance promised even though no good, because they were described by as Hašek follows:
<Down at the entrance stood my guard. Twelve strong guys, Tsjoewaziërs who knew very little Russian, so it was not entirely clear whether they were conscripts or volunteers. To judge by their righteous and terrible appearance, they were volunteers, and ready for anything.>
The combination of their righteous and terrible appearance and the fact that they were volunteers and willing to do anything was the cause of many nightmares that Theorie since suffering. The Tsjoewaziërs appeared constantly in his dreams as revenge angels of all asylum seekers he had murdered. He had told this to Rein in one of his weaker moments. The result was that today, 12 of the largest black men, who Theorie thought were already eaten, with wild wigs and bats in their hands approached Theorie in a war dance and sang:
Theorie collapsed from fright and died on the spot and thus escaped a certain life sentence for ordering the murder of hundreds of asylum seekers. The leaders of the other parties spent their next years trying to prove their innocence and trying to prove that while they did want to ‘get rid’ of refugees, they had never known or approved of this deadly method.
The voters of the anti-immigrant coalition blamed their leaders for their present situation – people everywhere were laughing at them.
The supporters were ashamed of their leaders and despised them. They blamed themselves that they had believed in such sordid people and lost interest.
This was the end of <The smuggler from Amsterdam> or <The modern man-eater> or <Mysterious halal slaughterhouse>.
I had known Rein for a long time. He was always a kind of unique figure. An all-rounde was perhaps the best overal qualification. He was a man with an imagination as you rarely experience, but was by no means a dreamer. Fantasy was for him a means to interpret what he saw and experienced; it provided him with possibilities that could be developed further.
He said he had applied for the job with several other people. “Had it been one of the others they would have withdrawn. It was soon clear that Theorie would never dare to come and watch the meat being produced. Therefore there was never any reason for any additional slaughter area to be built and no underground corridor between PAC and slaughterhouse was really needed. What had to happen was that the refugees would actually just disappeared.
We resolved the problem by just researching and immersing ourselves in the historical shelters of Amsterdam. We went quite far back into the 17th century, in the stately canal houses, there were dungeons, cellars, and even places where hidden Catholic masses were held when Protestantism became the state religion. We even included buildings that we knew were hiding places in the Second World War. But most and the most massive, were the atomic bomb shelters that were built during the Cold War, and especially if it coincided with the construction of the Metro subway system, and then with both the completed East Line and the never-completed East-West Line Gaasperplas – Geuzenveld .
The resumption of underground construction 15 years ago, for the North-South line, the great budget and time and cost overruns, happened and coincided at about the same time as the renovation of both the Rijksmuseum and the Stedelijk Museum. What we had was an ongoing construction fraud – an inextricable linking of the above-ground and literally and figuratively the underworld. This had all made work on that legacy atomic shelters possible, under the pretext that everything below the ground was related with each other, if only to get to try different underground building methods.
We did not need much initially, limited mostly to just making the atomic bomb shelters accessible again and providing the necessary maintenance up-keep to start operating the facilities.
Construction fraudsters were blackmailed by our infiltrators and dared not officially complain. Although when they suspected that there were asylum seekers among the infiltrators they tried to mobilize the mayor against them, which succeeded in part. Otherwise the attitude of the mayor was not really explainable.
The mayor had made efforts to discharge the asylum seekers to the PAC, hoping that from there they would be quickly channeled back to their home countries, or at least somewhere else. That worked, but from the PAC course we had the route in hands. We let them go underground, like the other people of ‘We Are Here’. We kept continual pressure on the fraudsters through threatening some leaks on one of them – in this case to a local city official – and they were quickly back in line.
We created small businesses under the umbrella of legal Dutch companies. A highly developed division legitimacy made it possible for the refugees to participate almost fully in social life. They started to exist again as useful human beings. New asylum applications from their new identity were almost always successful.
Stations along the North-South line which were still being built we were able to enforce that the space was just slightly wider, for example by about one and a half meter. On the spot where the wall was originally planned we fitted narrow vertical strips of aluminum screens which went from floor to ceiling. Between the most outward-built wall of the subway and the aluminum screen we made a movable wall, which in it’s normal state fit firmly against the aluminum screen.
The movable wall could be shifted from the aluminum screen to the stone wall, so a person could just fit in between them. At your side the aluminium screen was transparant. You walked past the screen, which could be opened with your phone at any place to let you through, opened already running and you stepped into the public space . One could do that when there were no people around who could see what was happening. In order to make it even more unclear and opaque for any potential viewers people would be continuously projected on the screen as by passers.
A further development, Rein said ,was that we could project three-dimensional images with a mobile phone into space. As a projection column, we used very fine droplets, a kind of mist, or even smoke or dust, such as a rainbow or the sun shining on a wet road or in a dusty barn. Because this column has volume we could project three-dimensional images. Through activating magnetism we get through our phone droplets or dust from everywhere. A puddle on the floor, a bottle of water, the bucket of a cleaner, dust in corners, on a pipe or on the ceiling. We could project ourselves while walking in public space as if were really actually there. So the passer-by would already be accustomed to having others sharing the space . We could even disappear before we got in the secret space by projecting a screen between us and any potential viewers. This should not be done as a sort of operatic ‘Deus ex machina’ but rather as a way we can protect our refugees, by bringing them into and out of the official world at a time of our choosing.
Regarding these adjustable walls, I think I believed Rein. But like I said, he was a man with an imagination as one rarely experiences – but he was no dreamer.
I really have no idea whether he could in fantasy or in reality produce these three-dimensional projections of people and things in tiny water droplets that he pulled through magnetism from a puddle, and all with his phone.
Hashim (33 years old) died on July 5th 2016. He was politically active in the “Wij Zijn Hier” group in Amsterdam and participated in the “March for Freedom” (2014).
1TH STATEMENT OF HASHIM MADE APRIL 2014, PUBLISHED JUIN 2014 in العربية, english, français,in Freedom not Frontex
Hashim (33 years old) died on July 5th 2016. He was politically active in the “Wij Zijn Hier” group in Amsterdam and participated in the “March for Freedom” (2014).
I am a refugee, I left my country for security and political measures, and fleeing from politics that violate humanity. I came to Europe cause European believe in human rights which have been established there for long time. Unfortunately, I have faced lots of sever hardships after I made it to Greece. Part of it is the oppression against dark skin people, violating the refugee’s human rights, there is not any human rights for refugees in Greece. Like accommodation, or employment, or medical treatment. Even you don’t have the basic necessity of food sustain for your self and keep a life, or the freedom of moving freely in the country. Worst, having all avenues to be blocked to integrate refugees in European society’s regular life, and for long time I was suffering from exceptional harsh circumstance there. What forced me to leave to another European country, that would provide better human rights for a refugee, but unfortunately, there are no big differences between European countries. As far as violating and repressing the refugee’s right, slacking and delaying in processing and issuing residency papers for refugees, practicing unfair and unequal citizen right, preventing refugees from integrating freely within the European society. And put refugees in harsh circumstances, in isolation camps away from citizens and regular life, thus I’ve found my self in unending spins of whirl, feeling that I don’t have a normal existence in life, and all of my intellectual ambition died within me in a slow motion and some of my harsh experiences and suffering. After I’ve applied for asylum in Holland, is the unjustifiable rejection of my asylum application, after this rejection I’ve been faced by the harsh reality of endless suffering without papers in Europe which lays in being subject to be controlled based on color and being put in jail, and detention center for a long time. And not have any access as a refugee for a decent life, lacking all kind of psychological stability, living under constant fear that any time I could get arrested by any of the immigration’s polices or any other authorities in charge of controlling refugees , which put me under the feeling that you have fled oppression to a different kind of oppression.
Je suis un réfugie, j’ai quitté mon pays pour la sécurité et des mesures politiques et fuis des politiques qui violent l’humanité. Je suis venue en Europe car les européen croient dans les droits humains, qui ont été installer la-bas il y a longtemps. Malheureusement j’ai fais face a des épreuves difficiles, après que je suis arrive en Grèce. Une partie c’est l’oppression contre les personnes avec une peau noire, le viole des droits humains des réfugies, il n y a pas de droits humains pour les réfugies en Grèce. Comme l’accommodation ou l’emploie ou le traitement médical. Il n y a même pas une basse de nécessite pour maintenir la nourriture pour toi même et de rester en vie ou la liberté de se bouger librement dans le pays. Pire encore, toutes les pistes sont bloquer pour que les réfugies soient intégrer dans la société européenne de la vie quotidienne, et pendant longtemps j’ai souffert des circonstances exceptionnellement rudes d’ici. Ce qui m’a obligé de quitter pour un autre pays européen, lequel fournirait des meilleures droits humains pour les réfugies, mais malheureusement, il n y a pas de si grandes différences entre les pays européens.
Autant que les droits de réfugies sont violer et réprimer, relâchant et attardant les procès et issues des papier de résidence pour réfugies, les pratiques inégales et injustes des droits des citoyens, empêchent les réfugies de s’intégrer librement dans la société européen. Et mettent les réfugies dans des circonstances dures, dans des camps d’isolation loin des citoyens et de la vie normale, ainsi je me suis retrouvé dans des tourbillons tournants interminables, sentant que je n’ai pas une existence normale dans la vie et toutes mes ambitions intellectuelles mourais en moi au ralenti et certaines des me dures expériences et souffrances. Après avoir demander l’asile en Hollande, c’est la réjection injustifiable de ma demande d’asile, après cette réjection j’ai du faire face a la réalité dure de l’interminable souffrance sans papiers en Europe, d’être contrôler a cause de la couleur et d’être mis en prison et dans un centre de détention pour longtemps. Et de ne pas avoir accès en tant que réfugie pour une vie convenable. Manquant de chaque sorte de stabilité psychologique, vivant dans la peur constante d’être arrêter a chaque instant par des policiers migratoires ou par d’autre autorités responsable de contrôler les réfugies, ce qui me donnes l’impression que tu as fuis une oppression a une autre oppression différente.
انا لاجئ هجرت بلادي لاسباب أمنية وسياسية وسياسات” تضظهدالانسانية واتيت الي اروبا لان الاروبيين يؤمنون بحقوق الانسان التي اسست منذ زمن بعيد .لقد واجهت معانات شديدة بعد ان دخلت الي اليونان منها الاضظهاد للسود وانتهاك حقوق الانسان وليس هناك اي حقوق للاجئ من مسكن أو عمل او علاح حتي لا تملك قوت يومك او حرية التنقل مع عدم توفير سبل الاندماج في المجتمع الاروبي ولمدة ظويلة ظللت اعاني من ظروف انسانية حرجه هناك ممااضظررت الي النزوح الي دولة اوربية اخري توفر حقوق انسانية افضل ولكن من المؤسف انه لاتوجد فروقات كبيرة بين الدول الاروبية في اضظهاد حقوق اللاجئ وعدم توفير الاوراق والحقوق المواطنبة والاندماج وسط المجتمع الاروبي ووضع اللاجئ في ظروف سئية وعزله عن المجتمع الاروبي ممااجد نفسي في دوامة ليس لديهانهايةوتشعر ان ليس لديك وجود طبيعي في .الحياة وقتل كل الطموحات الفكرية ببطئ ومن اكبر المعانات التي واجهتها بعد طلبي اللجوء في هولنداهي الرفض التعسفي لطلب اللجوءوبعد رفض الطلب اواجه المعاناة الحقيقية التي تكمن في دخول السجن لمدة طويلة وعدم وجود ماوي او اي من سيلالحياة الكريمة وعدم وجود استقرار نفسي والعيش تحت الخوف من الاعتقال في اي لحظة من اي جهة امنية اوبواسطة السلطات المعنيةمما يسبب باحساس انك تهرب من اضطهاد الي
“اضظهادمن نوع اخر.
Ik ben een vluchteling. Ik verliet mijn land om veiligheidsredenen en vanwege de politieke maatregelen, ik vluchtte voor een politiek die de menselijkheid geweld aandoet. Ik kwam naar Europa omdat Europeanen geloven in mensenrechten, die daar al lang geleden zijn ingesteld. Ongelukkig genoeg heb ik me tegenover zeer ernstige problemen geplaatst gezien nadat ik in Griekenland was geraakt. Onderdeel hiervan is de onderdrukking van mensen met een zwarte huid, het schenden van de mensenrechten van een vluchteling. Er bestaan geen mensenrechten voor vluchtelingen in Griekenland. Zoals dat van huisvesting, werk en medische verzorging. Zelfs in de basisbehoefte aan voldoende voedsel om in leven te blijven wordt niet voorzien, noch geniet je bewegingsvrijheid binnen het land. Het ergst, alle wegen voor vluchtelingen om te integreren in het normale maatschappelijke leven in Europa zijn geblokkeerd, en lange tijd leed ik daar onder de uitzonderlijk zware omstandigheden. Wat me er toe dwong naar een ander Europees land te vertrekken, een dat zou voorzien in betere mensenrechten voor vluchtelingen. Maar jammer genoeg zijn er geen grote verschillen tussen de landen in Europa. Als het gaat om het schenden en onderdrukken van het recht van een vluchteling, het vertragen en uitstellen van de procedure en het verstrekken van verblijfspapieren voor vluchtelingen, het unfair en ongelijk toepassen van het burgerrecht, en het verhinderen van vluchtelingen om vrij te integreren in de Europese maatschappij. Als het gaat om het brengen van vluchtelingen in wrede omstandigheden, in isolatiekampen weg van de burgers en het normale leven. Zo geraakte ik in een oneindige beweging van draaikolken, met het gevoel geen normaal bestaan te hebben, en stierf elke intellectuele ambitie in slow motion in mij als gevolg van mijn wrede ervaringen en lijden.
Nadat ik in Nederland asiel had aangevraagd, is daar de niet te rechtvaardigen afwijzing van mijn asielverzoek, waarna ik ben geconfronteerd met de wrede werkelijkheid van het eindeloze lijden van het zonder papieren in Europa zijn, dat erin bestaat altijd subject te zijn van controle op basis van huidskleur, van in de gevangenis te worden geworpen en voor lange tijd in een detentiecentrum. En terwijl ik als vluchteling geen enkele toegang heb tot een normaal leven, mij elke vorm van psychologische stabiliteit ontbreekt, levend in voortdurende angst om elk moment gearresteerd te worden door een van de immigratieagenten of andere autoriteiten belast met het controleren van vluchtelingen,
bekruipt mij het gevoel dat ik gevlucht ben voor onderdrukking om in een ander soort onderdrukking terecht te komen.
2TH STATEMENT OF HASHIM MADE APRIL 2016, PUBLISHED JUIN 2016 in english, français,in Spread the words
I’m from Sudan and my first asylum was in Netherlands. I’m living now since six years, three years in the system, three years out the system. And then, the life to be out the system, or to be without documents, it is not easy for me as a Refugee. Why I’m here in Europe? Because I want protection from the government and war. There is no freedom, there is no humanity rights. And then I arrived to Europe. Already, I was believing in Europe, I will find human rights. And actually I found something different. Europe believes it is the human rights. That they made the human rights. I lived on the streets. It is not possible for person, to live in the street without anything, without knowing where to go, without friends.
At the same time, if you get arrested without documents, then they bring you in the jail. And then, for how long, you don’t know. They can keep you till two years. And maybe try to send you back. Also, in my place, in Darfur, is still not safe. If I go back, I will die. And then, they let me free. I come back to the streets. That happened to me, two times. Where are the rights? Where is the humanity? Where are the human rights? So that’s mean, I lost my right as a human person. In my country, and in Europe.
Je suis du Soudan et mon premier asile était dans les Pays-Bas. Je vis maintenant depuis six ans, trois ans dans le système, trois ans en dehors du système. Et ensuite, la vie étant en dehors du système, ou être sans documents, ce n’est pas facile pour moi comme Réfugié. Pourquoi je suis ici en Europe ? Parce que je veux la protection du gouvernement et de la guerre. Il n’y a aucune liberté, il n’y a aucun droit d’humanité. Et ensuite je suis arrivé en Europe. Déjà, je croyais en Europe, je trouverai des droits humains. Et en réalité j’ai trouvé quelque chose de différent. L’Europe croit que ce sont eux les droits humains. Qu’ils aient fait les droits humains. J’ai vécu dans les rues. Ce n’est pas possible pour une personne, de vivre dans la rue sans quoi que ce soit, sans savoir connaître ou aller, sans amis.
En même temps, si vous êtes arrêtés sans documents, alors ils vous amènent dans la prison. Et ensuite, pour combien de temps, vous ne savez pas. Ils peuvent vous garder jusqu’à deux ans. Et essaye peut-être de vous renvoyer. Aussi, à ma place, à Darfour, ce n’est toujours pas sûr. Si je retourne, je mourrai. Et ensuite, ils me laissent sortir. Je reviens dans les rues. Ce m’est arrivé, deux fois. Où sont les droits ? Où est l’humanité ? Où sont les droits humains ? Donc ça veut dire que j’ai perdu mon droit en tant qu’une personne humaine. Dans mon pays, et en Europe.
IK KOM UIT SOEDAN
Ik kom uit Soedan en mijn eerste asielaanvraag was in Nederland. Ik woon hier nu 6 jaar, 3 jaar in de asielprocedure en 3 jaar erbuiten.
Het leven buiten de asielprocedure, of het leven zonder geldige identiteitspapieren is voor mij als vluchteling niet makkelijk.
Waarom ik hier in Europa ben? Omdat ik beschermd wil worden tegen mijn regering en tegen de oorlog. Er is waar ik vandaan kom geen vrijheid, er zijn geen mensenrechten.
En toen kwam ik in Europa aan. Ik geloofde al in Europa, ik zou er mensenrechten vinden. En dan vond ik er in feite iets heel anders. Europa gelooft in mensenrechten. Zij denkt dat zij ze heeft uitgevonden. Ik leefde op straat. Het is onmogelijk voor een mens om op straat te leven zonder iets, niet wetend waar te gaan, zonder vrienden. Bovendien, als je zonder papieren wordt opgepakt, brengen ze je naar de gevangenis. En dan weet je niet voor hoe lang. Ze kunnen je 2 jaar vasthouden. En misschien je proberen terug te sturen. Terwijl het in mijn streek, Dafur, nog steeds niet veilig is. Als ik terugga, sterf ik.
En toen lieten ze me vrij. Ik stond terug op straat. Dat overkwam me 2 keer. Waar zijn de rechten? Waar is de menselijkheid? Waar zijn de mensenrechten?
Dat is het gemene, ik verloor mijn recht om mens te zijn. In mijn land, en in Europa.
(einde van de statements van Hashim)