WLOG 008: Ausfahrt. Exit. Ausfahrt. Exit.
When I was told my father had died, I decided to leave Serbia. For eight months I wasted time in camp Krnjača with no further improvement.
When I was told my father had died, I decided to leave Serbia. For eight months I wasted time in camp Krnjača with no further improvement.
I am in Kabul again. Five hundred and eighty two days ago we went on a journey to the West, to Europe.
This blog on the topic of violence against women is published on purpose within 16 Days of Activism.
My dear friend, One day I will write to you as the best neurologist in the world, but for now on I am writing from Austria's closed camp. I hope you are good. I
Photo: Leandro Ciuffo, Iran Air, flickr.com 1998 I worked as a flight attendant with the national airline company Iran Air. I graduated from an excellent school
Walking, taking winter clothes off, resting, putting clothes on, walking, dinner, walking, taking clothes off, putting children to bed, sleeping.
I left my city but I couldn't leave my memories behind. I left the memories of what my life used to be and went into new one.
I used to live in Damascus. The city was beautiful. I completed my studies there and got myself a job.