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.
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.