Immigration Office

September 11th, 2017

It had been a month since we came to this country. After the first week, I started going out with my children. Market, park, bazaar etc. Our adaptation process was short. My little son make noise all the time… Except that, we are all good. I think we got used to it.

One of the interviews with the immigration office is done. An appointment with a nanny is already made, to take care of my children when I am away for the interview. So I headed to the office with a clear mind…

A free travel card in my pocket, for today, I was in the office right on time. They took me to the interview without waiting. There are an inspector and a translator in the room. The translator translates the conversations, while the inspector records them. The inspector is so relaxed, makes me feel relax. Being under care in a foreign country as a refugee makes me feel happy and dragged me into the deep thoughts about my country. It was like, there was a psychologist in front of meç

Two people in the same statue, we talked. He listened to my story with my documents. The he wanted me to ‘explain’. A sample of my columns on a newspaper, bank account document, health assurance documents… Everything put me in danger in my country. They just listened in this interview.

In the second interview, they asked questions, asked about the events.

In those times, chocolates were protested in my country. There were no one doesn’t like the chocolate wafers, but people stabbed those wafers and hanged.

During the interview, I talked about my people attacking on wafers. I felt that the inspector didn’t understand (like I did) and finished my words by saying ‘’Imagine people, attacking on wafers, attacking on us.’’ About shift ending time, the inspector summarized his notes and we both signed. This part of the process is done!

It’s time run to the subway, to my children. I feel like I need to hug them immediately…

Our new life just started. Next step, living in a Settled Refugee Camp.