Today at 6 AM in the morning police knocked hard on our door and then opened immediately the door to check if everyone was in the room. My mother had her head covered and they uncovered it violently. They do this every second or third day. We can’t say anything because the police says they have to check no one has escaped. There is razor wire everywhere; police in every corner; and cameras watching 24 hours; we are all with families and small children, yet they still think we can escape from this place.
We are a family of eight people, so they divided us in two containers. This sector we live in is one of the small sectors so there are only 6 containers, or rooms, where families live. But this small is the open air place we can hang out. Our days are very boring. Every morning they wake us up at 7 am to have breakfast, then we can just stay in the small open air space of 70-80 square meters, or in our rooms. The common room is small too and usually the children stay there to play with social workers or watch cartoons. The eating area is small and only used to get the food. We adults usually try to find a shadow anywhere in the open air space and crumble in there to talk. We talk, talk and talk all day. Not that we want but there is nothing else to do. Even the books that are provided are all in Hungarian or English. Not everyone of us speaks English.
I escaped the war in Syria with my family for a safer place. We are six members and the two youngest children are 3 and 5. We have been living in the transit zone of Tompa for 3 months now and still are waiting for the decision on our asylum case. We are scared what is going to happen. The immigration officer told us we have fingerprints In Bulgaria and they will deport us there. All our family lives in one container. It is very small and the whole space of the room is taken by the beds. Our sector is the biggest sector in the camp so we have a bigger space outside. Nevertheless, The only thing you can do in that space is to get some fresh air because it is even too small to have a walk in circles. . The sector has 12 containers where families with the size of my family live.
It is still very weird to come out of the room in the morning and try to look at the sky only to see the razor wire on top of everything. Every moment at the door of the sector there are policemen standing to safeguard the door that we do not escape. Our children play in the open air surrounded by the police all the time and the razor wire.
After waiting for eight months in the camps of Serbia our time to enter Hungarian transit zones had finally arrived. We came to the border two days before and were really happy. My husband died in the war in Iraq and I have to take care alone of 4 children, the youngest of them being 4 years old. When we entered the transit zones, we were taken from one container to another. First checked by police, then doctor then fingerprints. I started to get lost, and do not remember much from that day apart from being very long and hot. There was a waiting room container where we had to stay all the time and the police was at the door making sure we do not get out. My young children wanted to get out and play, but they were not allowed. We entered Hungary between 09:30-10:00 and they took us to our sector and rooms only at around 19:00. I just remember it was an exhausting day.