Male asylum seeker living in London, age 27
I am 27. I escaped from prison in 2013. I’d been held for two and a half months. My uncle arranged this. Over the next six days I travelled to Sudan. There were three of us and we were joined by another three people at the border. I stayed in Khartoum with my “agent”. After a month he secured a passport for me. I was able to get on a flight to Paris and was then taken to Calais by car. Eventually I made my way to Bristol where I lived for two years.
When I travelled I had a bag (which I left in Paris), two pairs of trousers, two jackets and a bible. I was very afraid when I was in the van (going to Sudan). I didn’t know where I’m going. I was just praying. I just had the clothes I was wearing. I got a bible in a church in Sudan, I went to the Sunday programme and the pastor gave me the bible. I took it to France with me. I left it in France, but still I remember that bible.
I remember my home. There was a tape recorder, a wedding photograph of my parents. My father’s sewing machine. I had a picture that meant a lot to me of myself with my father (who has died) and a childhood friend, my best friend who I grew up with. I don’t have the photo any more but I have an image of it on my cell phone. I didn’t know I was going to prison, I didn’t know I was coming here.
What is it you want in the future?
I want to live without stress.