Voices from the sea

In my own words:

“We Africans are like a drug – sold and resold, an easy way to make cash”

In my own words:

“When we are intercepted on the Libyan side, it’s so that we can be sold”

In my own words:

“Two armed, masked men on another boat approached our dinghy.”

In my own words:

“In Libya, I kept biting my fingers, thinking

In my own words:

“They come to our villages and kill us”

In my own words:

“We did not want to go to Europe”

In my own words:

“I can no longer bear the sight of the sea”

In my own words:

“On Monday, I’m going to call my dad”

In my own words:

“I dream of a good life for my child”

In my own words:

“We know that we are safe now”

In my own words:

“They told me to flee, but I did not want to”

In my own words:

“And even if you are doing badly in Europe, it is ten times better than there”