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OUT OF THE FRYING PAN, INTO THE FREEZERBackhanded Amnesty for Child SoldiersPublished August, 2009
INTERVIEWS BY MARTINA KIX PHOTOS BY TANJA KERNWEISS Recent reports figure that as many as 250,000 child soldiers are being forced to fight in war zones across the globe at this very moment. According to Terre des Hommes, a group of gigantic-hearted folks that acts on behalf of mistreated kids, each year nearly 500 of these young people escape and seek refuge in Germany. It’s no surprise that German lawmakers and many of the people they represent gripe and bitch about these outsiders persistently, enacting sketchy legislation that classifies them as “deserters” and forbids most from roaming the country freely for fear of deportation. Essentially, many of those granted asylum are held captive in the very centers that have rescued them. Dr. Albert Riedelsheimer has been working with refugees for more than 17 years and is one of the founders of the Separated Children humanitarian organization in Munich. He introduced us to William* and Paul,* two former child soldiers from Sierra Leone, and Mohammad,* a refugee from Afghanistan who narrowly escaped involuntary recruitment into the Taliban. They were kind enough to talk openly about the senseless horrors they have experienced and what an unbelievable pain in the ass it is establishing an identity without a birth certificate in a country that doesn’t want them there in the first place. *Names have been changed and faces have been obscured for obvious reasons. ![]() WILLIAM, 16, SIERRA LEONE Vice: Hello, William. Thanks for traveling all the way from Böbrach to Munich to chat. I hope it wasn’t a hassle. William: No, thank you for inviting me. I’m glad to come. The German bureaucracy is pretty strict, and every time I want to leave the asylum center I need to get official permission. “To see friends” isn’t a good enough reason for German officials. If I leave the center without permission and the police stop me on the street, they can deport me. The civil war in Sierra Leone has been over since 2002. How did you manage to escape? My family and I used to live in Lungi, which is a small city two hours from Freetown. Around 2000 or 2001 the war suddenly got a lot worse. I was nine years old when my mom decided to take my sisters and me to Guinea because she wanted us to grow up in a safer environment. On our way, the Revolutionary United Front [RUF] captured us and took us to one of their camps. We couldn’t do anything because they numbered in the hundreds and had weapons. What happened at the camp? First they killed my two sisters. Before that they probably raped them. They told me that if I didn’t work as a spy, they would kill my mom. I really had no choice. They told me I should go to the other village, beg for food, and hang out with the opposing soldiers. Every evening I had to travel back to the RUF camp and report what I heard. I was lucky to work as just a spy. I heard stories of other kids who were in charge of cutting off the hands and arms of captive men. The rebels wanted to make sure that they wouldn’t fight again. The only option they had was “Short sleeve or long sleeve?” I still have nightmares about it. How close did you come to being killed? After working as a spy for a couple of months the soldiers I was spying on started to ask questions about me and other children: “Where are those kids from? What do they do? Why are they just here from morning till evening?” I was spying with two other kids, and they started to recognize us. They took us to the captain and he beat us up. In the end we lied and they believed that we weren’t spies. They would have killed us right away if they knew the truth. Then when we got back to the RUF camp they beat us up because they thought we had changed sides. Were you ever forced into combat? There’s this phrase in Sierra Leone: “The blood is behind me!” It means that the blood of the victims will chase you till the end of your days. I don’t want to talk about it. What haunts you the most about your time with the RUF? I don’t know… a lot of bad things happened. One day the RUF soldiers went to a village and raped the women there. They made me watch. When they saw a pregnant woman they would bet on whether it was a boy or girl. Afterward they would cut the woman’s belly open to find out. One time the soldiers forced me to join in. My God. And somehow you managed to escape. Can you tell us about that? I met a man who decided to help me. He told me that I should go on one of those container ships bound for Europe. I didn’t really know my final destination. It didn’t matter. I just wanted to leave and find a better life. I was a blind passenger. I can’t really tell you how long the journey was because I totally lost track of time. Maybe a month or longer? I was hiding the whole time in one of the containers. I didn’t see a lot of light. I packed some food, but I barely had anything to drink. What were your first impressions of Germany? There were so many people on the streets running around. I was lost because I didn’t find the right people to help me or tell me what to do and where to go. From Bremen they sent me to Munich. After three months in Munich they sent me to Böbrach. That’s what they do with refugees. Nobody stays in the big cities where they first arrive. The German asylum law is complicated and I don’t really understand it. They just send the people from place to place. It’s pretty bad. What’s it like where you’re living now? In my room there are seven men, but in other rooms there are more people. The place is very small. We have bunk beds and a little kitchen, but the kitchen has no window. We don’t have sheets for our beds, just some blankets. In the winter it gets really cold and a lot of people get sick. Do you feel welcome here? It’s very difficult for me. When I arrived the officers didn’t want to believe methat I’m underagebecause I didn’t have a birth certificate. Nobody in Sierra Leone has a birth certificate. I was born when the war was already going on. There were far more important things than birth certificates. Anyway, because of this, I had to go through a grown-up refugee application instead of an underage one. That’s why I got sent to Böbrach instead of an asylum center for young refugees. My guardian is putting together a claim so that when they finally believe that I’m underage I can go back to Munich where my friends are. What are your plans for the future? I used to write songs during my free time and thought that I could get into music. I like Jay-Z and Sean Paul a lot. I would like to enroll in a business class. I would like to get a diploma or something, but I’m afraid that this won’t happen here. See all articles by this contributor
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