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3 July 2009

Dilemma

"By running from the gun fire in my country, I have reached a place where I am fired at with gun papers. The thing about living in Lier ventemottak, is that life is not so much about choice. In fact, the two choices we have left are: go mad or die."



30 April 2009

Poem by Inhabitant of Lier ventemottak

Written in parallel to the famous poem "I, Too" by the American poet Langston Hughes.



23 April 2009

A Cry for Help from Lier ventemottak

"Going back for us is not even an option, when we know that is the equivalent of committing suicide. And as life is precious and given to us by God, it is therefore in its essence to escape everything that will cause her end."



16 April 2009

Diary from Lier ventemottak

"My reaction was that if the reception staff break the rules, it is OK, but if asylum seekers break the rules it is a grave criminal offense."



9 April 2009

Lier "konsentrasjonsmottak"

"If you haven’t already heard of the “Lier ventemottak”, here is a short story to give you an idea.This is an example of what the residents of this particular camp go through twenty four hours a day, seven days a week."



4 April 2009

No Internet and Too Little Food - a Saturday at Lier ventemottak

"We don’t have Internet up to now. The food was better but they served one soup spoon of rice per person. Many people went to ask for more but were denied. The situation is like funeral place in Africa."



1 April 2009

More Pressure on Asylum Seekers Living in Lier ventemottak

"The asylum seekers with a final negative decision who are living in Lier ventemottak have been under increasing pressure from the staff lately. It does not seem accidental, it seems like a plan."



18 March 2009

The Evacuation of a Building at Lier Ventemottak

"The evacuation took place secretly, and the rest of the inhabitants were not informed. We just found that the building was empty and the mattresses heaped outside, ready to be burnt."


16 March 2009

From Lier ventemottak on the 3rd Anniversary of Detention*

"I am afraid I have a fear unknown to you outside and which hopefully will remain unknown to you. The fear lives within my stomach, my head, my feet and my hands. My hands tremble and are wet and cold like my grandmother’s hands when she died."