kein mensch ist illegal hamburg

"Ihr sollt wissen, daß kein Mensch illegal ist.
Das ist ein Widerspruch in sich. Menschen können schön sein oder noch schöner. Sie können gerecht sein oder ungerecht. Aber illegal? Wie kann ein Mensch illegal sein?"

Elie Wiesel

Donnerstag, 2. April 2020

Letter from Ritsona Camp by Parwana Amiri.

Ritsona Camp under COVID-19 pressure

For years, Ritsona Refugee Camp was the common house for almost nine hundred refugees. Today, the camp provides accommodation facilities for more than three thousands refugees from the islands, most of them are vulnerable. 

I am Parwana Amiri, one of these new arrivals, who could find peace, dignity, primary education, health care, entertainment and all that a human needs for a normal life, under one camp - Ritsona Refugee Camp. 

Life`s world changed here for us, people could get back their normal moral state. Communication became much stronger than what it was before. But we are all under a huge pressure of a common problem  - COVID-19 - that has a single solution: stay at home to keep your safety!

That is almost impossible when you are a part of more than four thousand people, and live in a common house with more than eight persons .

While all through the world, the rule is to stay at home temporarily, here it is just to stay in the camp, but it can not be logical while people are in a close contact with each other every single moment, without having any information about what it is going on throughout the world or ways of protecting themselves and their children. 

All organizations and NGOs are temporarily closed, as no one knows how long it will take to find a certain solution.  IOM and the medical organization are the only organizations who are still active and give primary services to people.

We all cook at home with the foodstuffs given for the first time by the authorities and with what we can find from internal shops of the camp.

Playgrounds of the camp are open and children still pass their days there. Fortunately we are lucky that our camp has not had any case of COVID-19(Coronavirus ) yet, but this virus does not have any borders and treats all equally.


Youths are the source of power anywhere, and here it is the same. Before that the lockdown started in the camp and all through Greece, the authorities started informing people about self-protection with resident community groups, but unfortunately they could not continue their programs.  After this, I started having some campaigns with the youths of my community, which was so positive and helpful for many as they transferred all the information that they learned during the campaigns and the posters we made.

But there is no rule and no one can keep the children at home. When there are no toys or entertainment at home, it is so hard for their mothers to control them. Children go out and have close contact with each other, and this is not safe for them.This is what doctors are afraid of.

Earth is in equality and this virus treats us all equally, but we are not treated equally yet.
For us, this camp is a common home. While you have to stay at home, we have to stay in the camp where there is no guarantee of health safety.

We are in such close contact with each other like closed chains. If one of us will have it, in less than one week half of the camp will become patients, and children will be the first victims .


What we were afraid of happened , an African pregnant woman after giving birth in Athens , got infected by Corona virus and after being in touched in the camp among 63 person , 20 positive results confirmed .

Quarantine started from today 02/04/2020. People are in panic and they are trying to keep their distace with African regions , that will not decrease the risk.
With this treat of other communities , African residents raised their cruise in the camp more than ever with slogans ( Africans have NO corona ).
However the Internation Organization for Migrants(IOM) one of the official actors of the camp announced that they will begin to distribute food baskets and hygiene kites to camp residents , adding that people would continue to have access to medicine but not clearly when whatever the residents prepare their food in the homes , they started buying what their necessities from internal shops of the camp , but most of people are not able to buy their necessities as the bank cashes that were going to receive on the beginning of this month ,delayed on 20th of the month 

Close contact of people with each other , having no mask , less access of them to medicines they need as vulnerables is increasing the risk more than any time else.
14 days quarantine for residents from goverment and emphasized by active NGOs of the camp with sending messages to residents every moment . But still diferrent resons push the residents to go out and provides their necessities, mainwhile police started their activities to control the cruises of people in the camp.
As among of 63 person and 20 positive cases of disease , that were the ones with the most close contact with first case had no and symptomes of disease , but still the general tests from all residents have nor started yet , that shows any one can have it . But , the first condition that is ( having 1 or 2 meters distance ) has not seem between residents while being in qeues in the doctor or while shoping yet.

Play grounds become empty and families are trying to keep their children at home as much as possible , but living with 8 more person that are almost all vulnreable can not be safe for them.
This virus with such speed can difuse between people fast and easily.
Praying is the only thing they are facing to , almost all of the are trying to eat less and waiting to have the monthly bank cashes .

Dienstag, 24. März 2020

Please call 112! A 2 letter from Parwana Amiri from Greece

You have to cross kilometers to reach the shore. You take the life vests from your back pack and give them to your children to wear. You know that they will not rescue them from the angry sea. Yet seeing them on your children’s body, somehow, calms your heart.

More than ever before, fear grips your pounding heart, the terrible fear of losing your children. Yet, you still want to get your children on the boat. You know they may lose their lives in the sea, but even that death in the sea is much better than to dying under the daily blasts of bombs and gunfire.

The boat is ready to move towards the island and, in there, there is you, with your family, with  many others. It is hard to even find a place to sit. Your shelter is the sky and your floor is the boat.
Everybody is crying, your  son is pleading to go back home. You just hug him.

Waves are beating onto the boat. Anxiety grips you. It was you that had to put your children in the boat where death might be waiting. Many of the children around you are at the brink of tears, but their mothers silence them. You avoid looking at the angry sea, trying not to lose your courage, to help your friends and your family feel strong and hopeful.

The waves are getting higher and higher. The emergency lamp in your heart turns on! Everybody is shouting and you just pray the boat moves on further so that no coast guard can arrest you or turn you back. For there is no way back for you.

The weather is cold and the moon seems so sad against the dark sky. The children are counting the stars to pass the time. But the time does not pass, even the seconds becomes long. You keep your eyes upon the island`s lights, in the distance, where you think you can find hope, safety and be granted your right!

It becomes more and more scary as the waves are getting higher and higher. Everyone is shouting.  It has been five hours that you are in the sea and no one knows what can happen to the boat. Its engine sounds bad and everybody`s life is in danger. The boat is out of control and is losing the way. The shore seemed so close, you just want to arrive.

The water is coming into the boat and everybody`s clothes get wet.
Women are crying and men are trying to empty the water from the boat.
There is nothing to empty the water with and they are trying with their shoes.

The waves are getting bigger and bigger and the water keeps pouring in. No way to stop it. Everyone is crying for help. “Does anyone know the emergency number to call?” you ask. But there is no phone on.
-Please hurry up! Turn your phones on!
-We cannot wait more than half hour!
-We are lost!
-Mine is on now, whom should I call? Anyone can tell me whom I should call?
-Please call 112!

Dienstag, 17. März 2020

From behind the borders! A 1 letter from Parwana Amiri from Greece

Our life has been put in hands that are playing with us, as if we were dolls.
Today, we are controlled by politicians’ hands, as if we were puppets .
When our country was, and still is, under war, we had to leave it -- not for a better life but in order to just give the breathing right to our children .
When we start out from our countries whose soil has the color of  blood, a deep stamp seals our forehead. It reads: refugee. Struggling to wipe away that stamp, we may lose our dignity, our serenity, our honor and even the life of our families. When we put down our backpacks on any other land, there is no immediate shelter for us .
Refugee -- what a hard word this is.
Today, we ceise to be subjects. We become objects “for sale”! We are waste, and we are treated as garbage.
We lost our countries because of  the direct interventions of those same countries that, now, are kicking us back. 
Stop those interventions and you will no longer have to tolerate us and our children.
We tolerated bombs and guns. But we couldn’t tolerate witnessing the fire that was burning our children’s dreams. So we put all our life in a backpack and carried it in our backs.
When we leave our homes longing for shelter in another country, we wish to accept that new land as our own, look after it as our birthplace and respect its residents. Unfortunately, when we step onto any country, its people look at us and our children as wretched strangers, not looking for safety, but threatening their income, their jobs, their culture.
When they treat us as personal property and push us back from their countries, when they cannot get the price they demand to keep us, we have to pass thousands of kilometers holding our wife’s and children’s hands like migratory birds.
Will our children get tired ?
Will we face the death of our children?
Will  the dignity of our women, our daughters, our sisters, our mothers be lost in the exchange for safety.
We know all of these threats that menace us. Yet, there is no remedy, we must continue .
When the best choice becomes death or the security of eternal after-life, it means there is no hope and everything has ended.
Today we stand at a point of time that instead of the sound of school bells, our children’s ears are assaulted by the sounds of gunshots. And there is no path for us to retreat.
 To safeguard our children’s right to life, we faced the sea and crossed the desert. Yet, no one wants to put themselves in our shoes .
It is not above our strength to face the angry sea without a life vest as long as our hopeful eyes can discern the shore that will deliver us from death to life. But our strength abandons us, despair envelops us when, getting close to the land, we see hundreds of angry eyes void of sympathy, mouths which cruelly shout at us “ Go back to your country.”
To kill us, in an instant, might be better than those words which are like knives turning in our heart. Who can imagine our pain, when our hopes to find a place in the sun, by crossing those borders, are crushed by those eyes on the shore which greet us as enemies, ready to unleash their violence on us. 
What would be your pain if you watched your child faint attacked by teargas and chemical substances with you unable to find even a little water to give him?
How would you feel if you passed your nights, in the severest winter cold, without any blanket or warm clothes to protect you, while the police pass their nights in providence?
How would you feel if, after a trip of seven hours in a boat, you begged for help to get out, but you were met, instead, with angry shouts  full of hate, yelling: ”Go back from where you came! Enough is Enough!”?
We escaped from death’s mouth.
We escaped from war.
We put our life in danger and came.
Can you put yourself in our shoes ?
Do you have this courage?
Courage is not to lash out at the homeless!
Courage is to put yourself in the place of those who are seeking their right around the world.
You separate yourself from us with borders.
Borders ...
What have we done to be separated from you?
Border means fence. Border separates. 
Border means prison and being prisoner. 
Border stands against nature, against the very miracle of our creation. 
No one is illegal nowhere !
Freedom of movement is for all !

Sonntag, 16. Juni 2019

Mittwoch, 1. Mai 2019

Sonntag 5.5.19 Ökumenisches Forum - Ausstellung und Lesung

Ausstellung "Die Rote Tasche, die brennende Schuhe und andere Geschichten von 
Frauen auf der Flucht" von Marily Stroux 
Eröffnung 17 Uhr.
um 18 Uhr, Lesung mit Linda Zervakis aus Ihrem Buch 
"Königin der Bunten Tüte".
unbedingt dabei sein, unbedingt das Buch lesen.

18 Uhr Lesung

17 Uhr Ausstellungs Eröffnung

Das Gesamt Programm der Griechenland Tage:

Mittwoch, 24. April 2019

Hope of Art – A Solidarity Loop between St. Pauli and Mitilini

Am Freitag 26.4. 20:00 wird es im Art Store St. Pauli eine ganz besondere Ausstellung geben: "Hope of Art" mit Bildern, die Refugees aus dem Camp "Hot Spot Moria" im Hope Project Arts auf Lesbos gemalt haben! 45 Bilder!

Der WOHL ODER ÜBEL Salon hatte im Februar mit der Ausstellung "Let's Beuys 2019" eine ansehnliche Summe zusammenbekommen, die ans Hope Project Arts ging. Es ist eine von rund 80 Initiativen, die versucht, das Leben für die rund 6000 Menschen im Hot Spot Moria erträglicher zu machen. Die Refugees dort harren zum Teil seit Jahren dort aus, von der EU-Politik zur Untätigkeit verdammt.

Die Idee hinter der Ausstellung "Hope of Art" ist: Der Erlös fließt wieder ins Hope Project Arts, so dass die nächste Ausstellung kommt. So entsteht eine Schleife der Solidarität zwischen St. Pauli und Mitilini, in dessen Stadtgebiet das Camp ist. Wenn schon Hamburg sich nicht zur solidarischen Stadt erklären will, können einzelne Stadtteile eine solidarische Verbindung zu anderen Orten aufbauen.

Das ändert zwar an Frontex und der inhumanen EU-Politik nichts. Aber es geht um die Würde der Menschen dort und um die Mission: Art crossing borders – let the people follow.

Erzählt vielen Leuten von der Ausstellung. Je mehr Bilder gekauft werden, desto stärker wird der Loop. Es wird auch einen kleinen Katalog geben, in dem alle Bilder mit ihren Künstler*innen zu sehen sind. Im Anhang findet ihr schon ein paar Fotos von Marily Stroux, die sie auf Lesbos gemacht hat.

Wir freuen uns, wenn Ihr vorbeikommt.


Hope of Art – A Solidarity Loop between St. Pauli and Mitilini
26.4. 20:00 Art Store St. Pauli, Wohlwillstr. 10

copyright : marily stroux

Sonntag, 14. April 2019

Ausstellung Ahmad Ebrahimi

11 April 2019 - 04 Mai 2019,
Alte Schule Tibarg 34.
Öffnungszeiten siehe flyer.