Questions

Which city of Niger do you come from?

I come from a little Niger state called Edo

How long have you been there?

I’ve been there for 21 years

Can you tell us about your journey from Niger to Italy?

My journey started in Niger, where I had to stay 3 weeks in a sundyhouse, in which many others stayed
hoping for better days. Elapsed this period of time the next step was a permanence in the Sahara desert for
four days, to arrive at the end in Egezin, before another stop of 10 days in Irizen. After Egezin, Olgeria,
Tamasez; finally the Dedef, 1 month has passed and when I came in Sudrata another obstacle was waiting
me, the trucks to the mortal coasts. Obviously this isn’t a journey that everyone could do and not all the
partecipants had the opportunity to survive. I saw that, many had been abandoned and many others rapt
because of military controls. But not all we hoped happened, one night one of my friends, Alì, had been
rapt, so I had to go back to his town to redeemi him, the abductors hit Alì and menaced me to kill him if I
hadn’t paid for his life. Many months passed and when I finally reregrouped the money I had been forced
to wait in a small corridor with others 300 people for 2 days, eating disgusting food only once a day. We
went to Lapalapa’s port in 1500, the boarding moment had finally come, but not all we hoped happened, at
12 p.m. the boat broke, so we had to put off as much water as possible, having the hope to see the moon
once more. At 6 a.m. we saw a boat that saved us only 8 hours later, at 2 p.m.. So on the 24th of October in
2016 I finally arrived in Sicily and then I’ve been brought here, in Molise

I’ve been here for almost 3 years, i’ve never committed a crime, i’ve your same blood, why should i be
different from you?

With these words I would start our story, the Emovon Simeoni Obedient’s story, one of many imingrants
that we see today in our streets and one of the many that live the discrimination in their skin. His eyes
show the life of a young man,who had to fight his battle trought the desert, the sea, the war, a an
incolapsible trip against the people.

He was born in a little Niger’s state called Edo and, until he was 21 years old, lived in the poverty like the
most part of the people there. To escape from his diccoult life he had to do a very hard choice.
His journey started in Niger, where he had to stay 3 weeks in a soundyhouse, in which many others staid
with hopeful for better days. Elapsed this period of time the next step was a permanence in the Sahara
desert for 4days, to arrive at the end in Egezin, before another stop of 10 days in Irizen. After
Egezin,Olgeria,Tamasez; finally the Dedef, 1 month has passed and when he came in Sudrata another
obstacle was waiting him, the trucks to the mortal coasts. Obviously this isn’t a journey that everyone could
do and not all the partecipants had the opportunity to survive, Emoven saw that, many had been
abandoned and many others rapt because of military’s controls.

But noy all we hope happen, one night a Emovon’s friend ,Alì,had been rapt sao he had to go back to his
town for redeeming him, the abductors hit Alì and menaced Obedient to kill him if he hadn’t paid for his
life. Many months passed and when he finally reregroupped the money he had been forced to wait in a
small corridor with others 300 people for 2 days, eating disgousting food only once a day. They went to
Lapalapa’s port in 1500, the boarding moment had finally come, but not all we hope happen, at 12 p.m. the
boat broke, so they had to put off as much water as possible, having the hope to see the moon once more.
At 6 a.m. they saw a boat that saved them only 8 hours later, at 2 p.m.. So on the 24 th of October in 2016
Emovon finally arrived in Sicilie nd then brought here, in Molise.

During his permanence he had the possibility to travel around our region to tell others his story whit the
prospecton of giving them another vision of the immigration.

With the eyes full of caos Obedient said us that despite Molise and, more in general, Italy is a good place to
live a cobstance sense pervade his mind, the Italians are convinced that all imingrants are rascals and the
racism don’t improve the situation . So why don’t we change our tunnel’s prospective? Why don’t we
understand them? Why don’t we give them the opportunity to see the moon?