Like everywhere in Germany, the city had to find places for all of the asylum seekers who arrived at the end of that year when the European borders opened for a golden short time. Dormitories, churches, sport halls and sometimes ″like in my case″ a military base on a hill away from the city.
Leaving my country and my family at war to be in a European safe country, living in a part of a military base in the (Mountain-Camp) as we used to call it filled me with conflicting feelings I’ve never felt before. They’re unsettling and weigh heavily, and are sometimes even absurd, regarding the upsetting conditions I find myself in, the survivor guilt or my foggy future.
The Story describe my feelings as a new refugee and invite the viewer inside my head, see what I see and read what I am thinking of, I also try to reflect on what my expectations about Europe was and my thoughts about journalism_the field that I count myself in_ and how we -the refugees- are pictured in it.