" Azelőtt a tenger volt az előttünk álló legnagyobb akadály. Manapság ezt a szerepet átvette Magyarország". E a két mondat olvasása után, mélységesen szégyellem, hogy magyar vagyok!
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"Before, the sea was the biggest obstacle we face. Today, Hungary has taken over this role." After reading these two sentences, deeply ashamed that I'm Hungarian! - by Erzsébet Lőrincz
Úgy éreztem, sosem szabadulok ki innen - magyar nyelvű cikk
Szerző: Mr. Maher Baksis
I felt consuls should never be out of here
Author: Mr. Maher baksheesh
Hungarian asylum to a Syrian relations through the eyes of a journalist.
Maher baksheesh Syrian journalist left his country at the beginning of the year, and today there are those - like tens of thousands of fellow countrymen - to somehow reach Western Europe. Before you came to Hungary, he has traveled thousands of miles and many crossed the border. Now in Budapest, waiting to continue their journey. Le Courrier des travel accounts of the French-speaking Balkans appeared on the website, which are shown in the following section relating to Hungary
Buses took us from Nagykanizsa hook, two kilometers from the border with Hungary. Among them were Syrians, Bangladeshis, Afghans, Pakistanis, Africans. We stood there and had no idea how not match across the border. There were Serbian journalists, interviews with us, taking pictures of us.
Finally, I went to a seven-member group along the railway tracks towards the Hungarian border. They said it's dangerous crossing because the other side of the Hungarian police dog patrols guarding the border, many people were arrested and have been here. But on this night the Hungarian police were kind: we were told we get refugee camp, where doctors will be and everything else you might need for the children. "Do not worry!" - Repeating.
The police then everyone found his identity. We had to wait five hours. We slept on the grass between the dogs. So we waited for the buses, which will take us to the Röszke camp.
When we finally Röszke, everyone received a numbered bracelet on his wrist. They said, leave it to ourselves until we're in the camp. It would be unfair if to say that they do not eat and drink, but the fact is that nowhere was not sufficient. Only once we got a slice of bread a day and a half liters of water. When we distributed the rations, a large knock the book next to the number.
At least three thousand people were there. Every half hour the bus arrived at the new refugees. Afghans, bangladesiekkel, Iraqis, Pakistanis. As for the szíreket, we were three days in this camp. Lots of kids without a single doctor. Soon it would run out of drinking water. The police said they would drink it in water, which mosdottunk. Of course we protested. We did not want the kids to drink it smelly and dirty this water. Some kind of revolution had broken out: either seventy circle formed and began to shout. Further, there was a car outside the circle from which taking pictures of us. This measure was implemented by police cars to stand in a circle us, lest filming from the outside, what's going on in the camp. Published by a police dog, and then came the gain as well.
The Syrians tried to climb over the fence of the camp, but large forces of police officers guarding the camp. During this time I felt during those three days, Never diode out of here. I dreamed that I call my father, my family and tell them what is happening to us. But of course there was no internet, nothing. But after three days we got back our papers, and we can travel for free by train to Budapest.
We learned something in this camp, "Back! Back! ". Many of us do not speak English, much less in English. But the words remained. Finally, we are now just laughed. We also visszakiabáltuk the police: "Back! Back! "As many times as distributed food, or could go to the toilet. So there we were amused.
We stayed in Szeged train. In front of the station it has also created a market for refugees. Young girls in there were allocated water to food. It also had wi-fi. Many people instead of sitting in the train cab. But what we got. There were fifteen crammed into a coupe. A police closed the door on us and ran in front of him stood two and a half hours until we got to Budapest. Meanwhile, he turned around in our heads that you might not have to Budapest, but deliver us to another camp.
We stopped, maybe fifteen minutes prior to the ultimate destination, and then one of my friends jumped off the train. We hid, and when the train moved on, we caught a taxi. A cheap hotel had them taken by ourselves.
Later we looked out of the East Station as well.
I know the Izmir Basant railway station, which is in the middle of a large park. All kinds of Syrian and other refugees sleep around on the grass, on the streets, in the gardens, waiting to somehow pass through the Aegean Sea. But nothing happens. Maybe it will be modified for the purpose of Keleti railway station as well? First, startled, to see how each petal. Al-Jazeera also broadcast a scene in which a pregnant woman waiting there for a couple of years old kid, and then not allow any one to take off the train. I saw a lot of journalists. And the police did not allow anyone among the refugees to board the trains.
Ahmad, a Syrian man of about forty, who with his wife and a small child traveling with, told me: "I ripped us off the train. They asked whether I am Syrian, and wanted to see my passport. I replied that I do not have a passport. Then, if there are any other of my paper, at what was going on with my fingerprints. And whither I go to Vienna? Or maybe Germany? But then they lekergettek the train. Now, where would you go? If it is impossible not to Vienna, not to Germany. Maybe I go to another camp? "
"Well, what do you want the Hungarians? To stay here? "- He asks even more.
Apparently, the Eastern Railway Station is starting to resemble a Bazant on. Izmir Budapest. Buy a ticket to Vienna, only not szállhatsz up with him on the train, and if somehow feljutsz then removes quickly. The police justified out anyone who is not blond.
Those who die on the way, at sea or elsewhere, are the latest victims of the war in Syria. The fugitives two or three thousand kilometers over distances struggling themselves. Dragging with them their suffering all the way to Germany, Austria, or any other European country, which is thought to live there in peace. But the police control the trains, buses, taxis ...
A few days ago 71 people drowned in an airless truck on the road leading to Vienna.
It is very difficult to travel from Budapest to continue, even those who are OK in their paper. Wherever you travel, or already suspicious.
The refugees are only interested in one thing: where to go and how? Before the sea was the biggest obstacle we face. Today, Hungary has taken over this role.
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"Before, the sea was the biggest obstacle we face. Today, Hungary has taken over this role." After reading these two sentences, deeply ashamed that I'm Hungarian! - by Erzsébet Lőrincz
Úgy éreztem, sosem szabadulok ki innen - magyar nyelvű cikk
Szerző: Mr. Maher Baksis
I felt consuls should never be out of here
Author: Mr. Maher baksheesh
Hungarian asylum to a Syrian relations through the eyes of a journalist.
Maher baksheesh Syrian journalist left his country at the beginning of the year, and today there are those - like tens of thousands of fellow countrymen - to somehow reach Western Europe. Before you came to Hungary, he has traveled thousands of miles and many crossed the border. Now in Budapest, waiting to continue their journey. Le Courrier des travel accounts of the French-speaking Balkans appeared on the website, which are shown in the following section relating to Hungary
Buses took us from Nagykanizsa hook, two kilometers from the border with Hungary. Among them were Syrians, Bangladeshis, Afghans, Pakistanis, Africans. We stood there and had no idea how not match across the border. There were Serbian journalists, interviews with us, taking pictures of us.
Finally, I went to a seven-member group along the railway tracks towards the Hungarian border. They said it's dangerous crossing because the other side of the Hungarian police dog patrols guarding the border, many people were arrested and have been here. But on this night the Hungarian police were kind: we were told we get refugee camp, where doctors will be and everything else you might need for the children. "Do not worry!" - Repeating.
The police then everyone found his identity. We had to wait five hours. We slept on the grass between the dogs. So we waited for the buses, which will take us to the Röszke camp.
When we finally Röszke, everyone received a numbered bracelet on his wrist. They said, leave it to ourselves until we're in the camp. It would be unfair if to say that they do not eat and drink, but the fact is that nowhere was not sufficient. Only once we got a slice of bread a day and a half liters of water. When we distributed the rations, a large knock the book next to the number.
At least three thousand people were there. Every half hour the bus arrived at the new refugees. Afghans, bangladesiekkel, Iraqis, Pakistanis. As for the szíreket, we were three days in this camp. Lots of kids without a single doctor. Soon it would run out of drinking water. The police said they would drink it in water, which mosdottunk. Of course we protested. We did not want the kids to drink it smelly and dirty this water. Some kind of revolution had broken out: either seventy circle formed and began to shout. Further, there was a car outside the circle from which taking pictures of us. This measure was implemented by police cars to stand in a circle us, lest filming from the outside, what's going on in the camp. Published by a police dog, and then came the gain as well.
The Syrians tried to climb over the fence of the camp, but large forces of police officers guarding the camp. During this time I felt during those three days, Never diode out of here. I dreamed that I call my father, my family and tell them what is happening to us. But of course there was no internet, nothing. But after three days we got back our papers, and we can travel for free by train to Budapest.
We learned something in this camp, "Back! Back! ". Many of us do not speak English, much less in English. But the words remained. Finally, we are now just laughed. We also visszakiabáltuk the police: "Back! Back! "As many times as distributed food, or could go to the toilet. So there we were amused.
We stayed in Szeged train. In front of the station it has also created a market for refugees. Young girls in there were allocated water to food. It also had wi-fi. Many people instead of sitting in the train cab. But what we got. There were fifteen crammed into a coupe. A police closed the door on us and ran in front of him stood two and a half hours until we got to Budapest. Meanwhile, he turned around in our heads that you might not have to Budapest, but deliver us to another camp.
We stopped, maybe fifteen minutes prior to the ultimate destination, and then one of my friends jumped off the train. We hid, and when the train moved on, we caught a taxi. A cheap hotel had them taken by ourselves.
Later we looked out of the East Station as well.
I know the Izmir Basant railway station, which is in the middle of a large park. All kinds of Syrian and other refugees sleep around on the grass, on the streets, in the gardens, waiting to somehow pass through the Aegean Sea. But nothing happens. Maybe it will be modified for the purpose of Keleti railway station as well? First, startled, to see how each petal. Al-Jazeera also broadcast a scene in which a pregnant woman waiting there for a couple of years old kid, and then not allow any one to take off the train. I saw a lot of journalists. And the police did not allow anyone among the refugees to board the trains.
Ahmad, a Syrian man of about forty, who with his wife and a small child traveling with, told me: "I ripped us off the train. They asked whether I am Syrian, and wanted to see my passport. I replied that I do not have a passport. Then, if there are any other of my paper, at what was going on with my fingerprints. And whither I go to Vienna? Or maybe Germany? But then they lekergettek the train. Now, where would you go? If it is impossible not to Vienna, not to Germany. Maybe I go to another camp? "
"Well, what do you want the Hungarians? To stay here? "- He asks even more.
Apparently, the Eastern Railway Station is starting to resemble a Bazant on. Izmir Budapest. Buy a ticket to Vienna, only not szállhatsz up with him on the train, and if somehow feljutsz then removes quickly. The police justified out anyone who is not blond.
Those who die on the way, at sea or elsewhere, are the latest victims of the war in Syria. The fugitives two or three thousand kilometers over distances struggling themselves. Dragging with them their suffering all the way to Germany, Austria, or any other European country, which is thought to live there in peace. But the police control the trains, buses, taxis ...
A few days ago 71 people drowned in an airless truck on the road leading to Vienna.
It is very difficult to travel from Budapest to continue, even those who are OK in their paper. Wherever you travel, or already suspicious.
The refugees are only interested in one thing: where to go and how? Before the sea was the biggest obstacle we face. Today, Hungary has taken over this role.
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