Introduction to ⵜⴰⵎⵔⵜ could be taken over out of any touristic brochure for any exclusive destination with vast sandy beaches, warm people and traditional cuisine and it won’t be wrong to do in such a way.
But looking to a vast sea is nothing more than looking to a corn field if it’s an obstacle.
And yet another one deadly, If you were lucky enough to pass across Sahara. Deadly also, as this Sahara is not beautiful and breathtaking, as are not beautiful famine and sporadic insurgencies that generalissimuses to children armies which iAfrika likes to nurture down where iAfrika was always of a dark that holds not that much of mystique but of a preying.
If you are lucky enough you will finally be face to face with vast and sandy beaches, warm people and traditional cuisine as they really are. Soon enough you will realize that أفريقيا is calling you ءبد but not as in the name ءبداللة but only as in ءبد as you’re not Slaves of God, but only slaves to masters and you’ll realize that this is still the same iAfrika that it was hundreds years ago, when you were taken forcedly away and that caravan is taking you on again but nowadays you choose to be on it, you’re taking your ten to one chances and to a bagatelle price. Soon enough you’ll learn that rich ايبيا is indeed افريقيا as طرابس resembles Soomaaliya back in the days before Muqdisho liberation and that there’s yet another war that’s financed by selling you dreams of freedom, at least to some extend, dreams that are pirated on, to add to a long tradition of ⵜⴰⵎⴰⵣⵉⵖⵜ piracy which today is easiest out of all centuries of malpractice: Аs you come to pirates alone as you are the ones who run ships. And you’ll broke my heart every time you come to my ambulatory, sicken and scared, with advanced and complicated diseases as they come last on yours sad itinerary due to lack of your visibility, due to alien status- Ironically in yours iAfrika-while working until you drop so you could gather money to leave forever risking your lives taking chances on a deadly sea to witness scarce places that L’Europe holds for you.
Sandra saw you for the first time gathered on what she called ‘sad crossroad’ across new mosque and near hotel Dolphin waiting for a job that in those days ليبي could give you less and less as they were fighting for their jobs . You would come to our car all smiled up asking for a job, tens of you saying you’re coming from تشد, Mali, Nayija, Nayijejeriya, both سودان, ⵎⴰⵔⵔⵓⴽ and ماصر, تونس and that you could build up a house, that you could do us a food, that you’re great footballers. When we would return to a site few days after to bring a daughter to in those days voided Türkçe amusement park around a corner of ‘sad crossroads’ we would ask for a guys that was there just a few days ago but we would leave without answers replied. جوما , سوداني from whom we would bought our fruits on a souk would talk about his four sons back in سودان, that they’re all growing up nicely and thank اللة he is able to send them money but that it would be a problem if Western Union totally close their services and that that will make even more people leave. He would present Staša with a peach every time we would come, delicious that they are.
Little did I know that before coming to live near by them that this beautiful beaches are a source of shame to warm and friendly people of ⵜⴰⵎⵔⵜ as one of ⵙⵏⵓⵙⵉ, former cornel of Police - trained in military aviation in former Jugoslavija, that I met upon he called me a ‘Dobar dan’ while walking around in neighborhood زهير showed me ⵎⴰⵛⵓⴽ upon ride through town. Beach so exclusive as not a single ءراني never laid a foot on- gazing far seas ⵙⵏⵓⵙⵉ called ⵎⴰⵛⵓⴽ a place of shame nowadays , a place of horrible embarks for a stiffed sardines ride . We wondered what would be corresponding creature living in a Mediterrainen to that living on the land playing with ⵜⴰⵎⵔⵜ saying ‘ that every living creature on land has it’s corresponding creature that lives in sea’. We agreed that all the fishes are migrants but weWe couldn’t find corresponding creatures to hyenas.
Than inevitable happened. Sea returned offerings which started appearing on beautiful beaches amidst intensification of fights around ⵜⴰⵎⵔⵜ. We rallied with ⵜⴰⵎⵔⵜin city center protesting against smugglers,(un)known, protesting against bombs dropped. In vain, needless to say despite cameras present, interviews sent away and televised abroad.
Sandra grew relentless. Her legal advisor, solicitor mind that she was trained in rebelled. She went from one to another law office trying to establish connection with ليبي lawmen only to learn that no law man in ⵜⴰⵎⵔⵜis actually deals with rights of migrants. Not even immigration office. What She learned In office in front of the city center where protests were held, that actually has a big banner that states in English ‘We support human rights’- most probably rights of repressed ⵜⴰⵎⴰⵣⵉⵖⵜthat they suffered before war under القذافي, them, the natives of a land, of ⴰⴼⵔⵉⵛⴰ of a soil were pressed hard due to being different - correlate to a business of notary with such a smile showing suppressed amusement that anyone would investigate in such matters.
War flared up upon bombings of nearby’s. Destruction under heavy shelling of towns around تراباس brought back lot of people to ⵜⴰⵎⵔⵜ. A lot of them stayed in their family houses, for a while, until a hint that back in ترابلس is semi secure, but far more people, rented, a concept they were not introduced to before, as their houses were damaged in crossfired. Compared to ones that were waiting departure by sea, these internally displaced people were in some kind of worse situation as they broked down much more easily as this happened for the first time in their lives. They all have wondered why despite the spoils and the riches that theirs country hold, that were more than enough for everybody.
We saw shortages of all kind. No electricity, no gasoline in oil stations that was heavily smuggled to a sea where waiting boats would light up open sea as yachts would flare up fashionable beaches. Friend said for a friend for his practice to be a sin as they look on oil as a good that اللة granted for every single one of them. I would go to harbor from time to time to ease my mind by looking at overseas. Ships would sail in importing cars, thousands of them, as these goods were allegedly only ones allowed to be imported during war. Later on despite military control of port I would witness blatant overflowing from small container trucks to ⵜⴰⵎⵔⵜ built specific blue wooden ships that I would later sea heavily overcrowded on CNN recorded approaching island or some ship nearby if lucky. That famous blue color that framed entrances to houses on Mediterranean since the down of ages. ’Luckily’ we could still buy some trillikas and oradas as there were still fisherman who would use their boats as intended. I’ve asked a colleague of mine Κοπτικ why he would risk his son’s life on such a dangerous mission, to which he said that overseas might hold some future for him… that it is a fate if he won’t make it on the seas.
People were more worried about oil shortages than they were worried about body counts as paradoxically they’ve talked more about Paris massacre than of الولاية الإسلامية غرب أفريقيا slaughtering of 2000 people on a same day.
Did you know that?
Did you know friends of mine found Europe as one with Mediterranean, as back in the old days?
But I guess that’s where a ditch now is. To a fortress Europe.
But know this there is no Death, there is only Migration!
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