In Africa we don’t know suicide, or I should say, we rarely hear about it. In fact we consider it to be vile, but crossing the Mediterranean, although a form of suicide, is considered noble, for one does while trying to save once life and that of the family. Although in most cases it is out of vanity. To prove oneself. To be accepted. To be respected. For my ethnic group, to be a noble was the greatest of prize. You were respected throughout the villages. Today a person from Europe is the ultimate noble. We aspire nobility by that.

Europe also “represents” an unbelievable form of hope. Have you had everything strip from you to the point where there is absolutely no option. No other way out. The last thing you will want will be some idea that refute what you have been building in your mind. We belief in that not only because we need that but because there is no other option. How much blood had to flow for most people to stop believing in what they believed? how much time did it take for ideas of the past to die? How many mistakes have we committed, how many do we have to correct? What about those leaving, do we really think we have a cure, this is a believe, it is an anchored believe; moving to Europe or to any other country out of Africa is gonna change things for us. It takes a lot to change a believe.

A huge task, indeed.