Today I visited a Finnish-language class of asylum seekers silently worrying day by day.
The Finnish-language teacher, a man, asked me to speak to them in the Finnish language, and tell about my life in Finland.
I spoke slow Finnish, I told them who I am. How long I have lived in Finland and so on..? They asked me a lot questions!
THE ARE ONE OF US BUT WE DON’T LISTEN to THEIR VOICES.
IF YOU CAN HEAR THEM, YOUR EYS WILL OPEN. GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO STAY HERE.
I’m sitting with them now so they can tell me their histories. I’m crying.
Asylum seekers they don’t sleep well. They worry a lot and live in uncertainty. They don’t know if they’ll be able to stay in Finland and if they’ll get a residence permit.
I’d love our members of parliament could live in an asylum refugee center for 24 hours. During that time, they would eat and get a taste of the life at an asylum refugee center.
Shame on you Finland for not opening your eyes.