
The New
Times
11.30 a. m, the 11th of March 2000.
"Welcome in Denmark" said the
costumes officer in Kastrop airport.
Nobody was waiting for me, I was
homeless, helpless and hopeless…it is very true that April is the cruelest month
as T.S.Elliot said. This April
particularly was the cruelest one.
Alone, betrayed and bankrupt at the point
of no return, I decided to stand on my feet despite the agonizing pain and
bitterness I was through.
I could not find a job since I don't speak Danish
until someone suggested the culture house where they need English-speaking
people so I went there.
In the culture house I worked as a volunteer
journalist in the New Times journal issued by the Danish immigration service and
Danish Red Cross. My task was to write about the activities of The Danish Red
Cross and the issues of concern to the asylum seekers.
When I remember this
period of my life, I ask my self: did I have the choice to do something else? I
have asked my self this question thousands of times and the only answer I get
each time is: NO.
The New Times kept
my brain alive, if it was not for it, my brain would be atrophied now. I admit
that the environment was hostile and the work was sluggish, my initial
enthusiasm soon faded away thanks to the director of the New Times who did all
what can be done to break my wings.
However, I have written some good
articles that won the admiration of the professional journalists among them was
the editor in chief of the wide spread Danish daily newspaper "Political" Per
Knudsen who offered me a job as a trainee journalist, see his letter in this page
To read some of my
articles in the New Times click here
Those
articles are historical documents that tell the agony, the suffering and the
disappointment of millions of forgotten people.
Uttering historical documents
in a world where silence was forced in the name of security and injustices
dominated in the name of Democracy.
Historical documents that are just a
continuation of the 7000 years old
historical documents of Summerian clay tablets where the archaeologist found
those words:
Ur…
…
Inside its walls we die of hunger
…
Outside its
walls the enemies kill us
…