It is so easy to turn back where you came from. Yesterday a family from our sector after many months of wait decided it was enough. They slept many nights over the idea of what to do, and what would the next steps be. It took them more than one year and a half to come here from their country. They spent nine months in Serbia, out of which 4 waiting to be first on the waiting list to enter Hungary. Once they entered this country, they were told, like all of us, that now you are detained here for as long as we give a decision. Four months in here is a lot of time. Yesterday they told the immigration at 10 o'clock they want to go to Serbia, and in TEN minutes police came and told them to finish preparing and go to the exit door. All that two years of travel, suffering and despair and search for a better future got wrapped in ten to fifteen minutes by the Hungarian authorities.
In the minor’s sector at this moment we are only 10 people. The rest all decided to go back to Serbia. For more than five months we had no information about our cases, none whatsoever. We would ask everyday the social workers when they came to give us food about any information or what is happening with our cases. We were told nothing. And then suddenly two days ago someone just came with a piece of paper and told us we all got negative answer, so we can either appeal or go back to Serbia. I decided to stay and maybe ask help from some lawyers of this organisation who help migrants. Others were fed up to have to wait for maybe five more months locked up in here so they decided to return to Subotica camp.
We have been here for 2 months with my cousin and i really cannot wait to get out. The first thing i do when i get out is to have a proper COFFEE for myself, a Turkish coffee as i had it while i was in Serbia. Apart from the food that is bad and un nutritional, we do not even have good coffee or tea. Two days ago a friend i met in Serbia had the time slot to enter Transit zone and I ordered with her some turkish coffee from Serbia. Unfortunately they put her in the other sector and she could not give me the coffee. I have asked the social workers here for two days now and they say tomorrow tomorrow because we need different permission. What kind of permission someone need to give me my coffee ?
Every day a new family comes into the transit zone. We wait sometimes impatiently to see which family it will be, because a lot of times we spend more than seven months with them in the same Serbian camp (before entering). We shared floors and rooms to sleep throughout the journey with these families. At the same time families from here leave, some to a better future, the open camp and some decide to return to Serbia after the second negative decision or no decision for long time. Today two families got the second negative. They are 15 people and all from Afghanistan. They told them the region they come from is SAFE and there is no real danger for their lives. They have 9 children with them and now are left hopeless and alone. They have to return to Serbia or stay here and pay all the expenses of food for who knows how long.
In this sector there are only Kurdish families. This is nice for us because at least we can talk with other people in the same language while we are inside these “four walls”. Our children too can play with other Kurdish children. The adults spend the whole day sitting in this table and discussing what awaits us next while the children play. This is the everyday life of ours here. Nothing more, nothing less. It is our fourth month in this place and are waiting for the second decision since some months. We already got a negative decision on our asylum case in the first month, which we do not understand why. My mother and father pray everyday that somehow we get the next decision as positive, otherwise we don’t know what to do… we don’t know what to do.
We are a family of seven. We have three daughters, the boys are running around in the courtyard. Our 14 year old daughter she is an artist. Before we entered the transit zone we knew we would be locked in here for a long time, so she took all her pocket money and bought art supplies. She had paints and pen nibs to continue with her art while we wait. But the police took the art supplies away and told her that she can go and sit with the younger children, use the pencils and crayons provided by the social workers in the common area.
We are 10 men in the single men’s sector, which is one of the smaller ones maybe 70-80 sq meters. There is a movable net to play different ball games but no ball. We have had one before that we used to play with, but we kicked it too high on top of the containers and it got stuck between the coils of the razorwire. Now we don’t know what to play with anymore. We asked the police to bring the ball down but they won’t do it for us. There is nothing much to do till we wait for our procedures to be over. We lie in bed or hang out in the open air.
I came into the transit zone with my wife, her two children and our one. She is now seven months pregnant with our second child. I am applying for asylum in Hungary for the second time so I don’t get any food from the social workers in the transit zone. There is no shop in here, we cannot leave the zone to buy some food. They say this is the new law. I have lost 10 kilos in the last few weeks. My wife is not in a very good condition, and so I have to look after the three children, for this I need strength. The children and their mother are first time asylum seekers so they get food. And although it is prohibited to take out food from the canteen, the social workers now allow me to eat the fare given to my toddler.
I have been here for 2 months and at the moment I am five months pregnant. I got pregnant in Serbia. We have two other children with my husband, yet this pregnancy has been and is the hardest. I have been living in these super bad conditions both in Serbia and here. The sector we are in is very small and I have no opportunity to have some movement for my pregnancy. I stay all day in my room and only go to toilet 1 meter away. Food is always the same and I just cannot take it anymore. Every day they give us rice and chicken for lunch, and during breakfast we get pieces of bread with jam. In the evening too we have just bread and some other canned meat that you spread it. As a pregnant woman I get extra two meals, but it’s not enough and not nutritious for me. Two days ago I was craving for a herb we have in Iran, it’s called coriander, but I cannot buy because the shopping list we can buy stuff from social workers is limited. You can only buy snacks, beans, chickpeas, chocolate and cigarettes. When I asked the social workers they said they cannot buy it, so now I can only crave for it until hopefully in a month I get out of this place.
I am 16 years old. I have been in Serbia for over 8 months in different camps and make up camps. When I came to Hungary I was very happy because I thought I could go to a center for minors, but the law just had changed and they took me here instead. I have original documents to show my age but that did not matter anymore. Now I am in the transit zone of Roszke where there is a special sector only for minors. We are all between 14 and 18 years old here. There is nothing here for us. No classes are organized for us. No activities are organized for us. The NGOs spend the time with younger kids painting and making activities. We are left with our phones, where we play games all day long. The internet is not working at all during the day so we stay all night awake when the wifi signal is stronger and download the games we want to play during the day. There are 6 containers in this sector and we are five people in one room. It is super-hot all the time because the containers have only one window, which is next to the door making it impossible to have some fresh currents sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I want to sleep in the small open air space but police would shout at us, so I never try.