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My sad return back home... for my immigrant sisters and brothers

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No, I can't go home like this; I'd rather jump from the plane over the ocean.

Updated on October 20, 2020, Seytoo
My sad return back home... for my immigrant sisters and brothers

I have been in Germany for ages, I don't speak the language, I spend the day listening to music on the radio, looking at the walls in my room, thinking about Senegal and impatiently waiting for the time to come to work, and when I work, waiting for the time to return to the pension.

That is to say that I live the future instead of the present.

One day, in the distant future, I will have my return ticket (or my papers).

I could go back to Senegal, marry the boss of a fabric store, listen to the nasty comments of friends who have never taken risks and therefore only consider the defeat of others.

No, I can't go home like this; I'd rather jump from the plane over the ocean.

Since the plane's windows don't open (by the way, that's something I wasn't expecting; what a shame not being able to smell the clean air!), I'm dying right here.

But before I die, I want to fight for life.

If I can walk on my own, I'll go where I want.

For my sisters and brothers “Modou Modou” in the same situation.


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