Hi De’Jav,

ok a little story(i have many other but this one is kind of special…)

it was in Tunisia, little time after the revolution. There was a lots of people, young most of the time(sometimes parents sent their children who were around 8years old, one of the guy in charge to help those illegals showed me a video on his phone), who wanted to leave for Europe, the place they considered more or less as an eldorado.

I followed one of those guy, his name was Farid, 25years old, he was a leather artisan and sold all his machines and workshop to pay his passage to Europe. I met him in some dirty hotel in Zarzis. The guy from the reception told me he didn’t went out from his room for something like 3 or 4 consecutives days.

When i talked to him he explained me that, when he was in his boat, they had a breakdown with some others boats, all full. He was “lucky” as he escaped, but his friends were not so lucky … He lost all his luggage and the money he invested to leave. He wanted to get his money back to try again but without success.

After some weeks we ended in a taxi who, by chance, knew they were departure the same night and lead us on a beach lost in the middle of the desert, with only the moon for light …

With the taxi driver and Farid we were welcomed at a “checkpoint” by guys with weapons who checked us before going further. After that we ran to some direction( i had no fucking idea where i was going to be honest …) and met a guy, kind of drunk, escorted by two big let say “bodyguards”, he happened to be the organisator and was very pissed because one of the captains ran away with the money(to give you an idea, every guy had to pay something like 1000€, there was maybe more than 20 migrants …).

Just before leaving Farid, the guy looked at me and told me “you are lucky you are with my brother(the taxi driver), else …”, no need to say that i was more than happy to leave, even if my taxi was laughing when he saw that i was a “little” scared 😉

The next day i received an sms from Farid. His boat was sinking and he had to go back swimming and walked 40km because he wanted to avoid police on the road …

I left him the same day and received an sms a few months later saying he finally succeed to reach Vladivostok. That was the last time i heard from him.

It was on the website but i removed him, i will reupload it later.

ahahahah sometimes yes, but a good a beer with friends is always a good way to chill 😉