By Angélica Samaniego
What a bold statement
What a bold dream to have
What a lie, in the world before our eyes
“Afghanistan is beautiful” he was telling me, on the way to the hospital
Do you miss your country?
Silence, as I read from the translator
“My country is in ruins”
What’s freedom to you?
To some, a feeling.
To others, a flag, a word, a sign.
To most, an ideal way of life.
A tiny piece of paper
A ticket, a card,
If you get lucky, a flight
One you cannot take, depending on where you come from. A word shaped entirely by where you come from.
Do you know what shape it takes, for refugees here in Patra?
The one of a boat. A big one. A big ferry.
One as big as the dream it represents.
The dream that one day, borders will not determine our dignity and rights.