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| When I met Ali, he was wearing plastic gloves and pointing refugees in the right direction. |
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| I was happy to finally see someone who could communicate with Afghan refugees. |
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| When I asked which organisation he was working for he showed me his drenched ankles. |
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| He had arrived on a boat from Turkey a few hours before. |
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| My name is Ali, I am from Ahvaz, Iran. |
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| Next to me is the love of my life, Leili. |
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| We met at a hospital after I had a motorcycle accident in Tehran and we have been together ever since. |
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| I had a visa to go to Germany but to stay with Leili, I had to travel illegally through Turkey. |
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| This is the third time I am a fleeing my home. |
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| When we contacted the smuggler in Turkey, he promised to take us to Greece for 1500 USD. |
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| We thought that by Greece he meant Athens. |
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| We didn't expect to arrive on an island close to Turkey, on Lesbos island. |
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| We had no other choice but to trust them. |
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| One night we were told to wait near a highway, we were about 35 people. |
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| The smuggler came and put us all in his van. |
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| We drove all night. |
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| We arrived somewhere – it was still dark outside - and walked and walked.. |
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| and we finally could smell the sea. |
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| As we were walking, some people who could not afford the smuggler and who had been waiting in the woods for hours, joined a group after the smuggler left. |
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| We were suddenly 45 people boarding the boat. |
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| An Afghan man started the engine, and it was still dark outside. |
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| He opened a box full of life vests, which all disappeared in a wink. |
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| There were not enough life vests for everyone. |
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| People started fighting and some tried to resell their vests for 50 euro. |
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| On the boat, every wave shook us like a mad cradle. |
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| I saw my life passing in front of me. |
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| We had so many fears: fear of the sea, fear of police, of entering Europe, fear not to make it. |
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| We danced with the waves of the sea and we all prayed to our gods. |
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| But I can tell you that our common language was fear. |
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| At some point the motor stopped. |
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| The boat was too heavy and the engine was too weak, but we made it start again. |
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| As we went on we started seeing an orang line on the other side. |
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| After an eternity that was hardly two and a half hours we saw that the orange line was a collection of life-vests left behind by other migrants on the shore. |
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| We finally made it. |