
About one week ago I crossed the Hungarian border. It was near Bački, sometime around midnight. We were between thirty and thirty-five people, there were four or five minors and ten to fifteen people my age and older. We got through on the first try and we kept on walking for about two hours. We saw a helicopter above us, it had a flashing light and they saw us. Then about forty police officers arrived and there were some women with them. They were kicking us as well. We hid in an apple orchard between the trees but they found us. Continue reading ““They beat the small children. They beat the children so bad they began crying””