
I tried to cross the Hungarian border near Palic. We were four people, an Afghan family of three – a man a woman and 14-year old boy – and myself. We didn’t manage to cross, we got caught on the Serbian side. The Hungarian border police saw us from far away – they were already there when we came. We were laying on the ground on the Serbian side of the border when they found us. It was ten at night, about half a kilometer from the border fence. Continue reading ““They let us keep one shoe each””