The sudden news of a transfer to a new asylum center 400 km away can be hard to digest
By: Agha Mobeen
On Friday morning,15th of March 2013, I was ready to leave for my praktik at The New Times magazine office, when the Red Cross staff Jesper told me that I should prepare to be transferred to Ranum Asylum Centre. It upset me a bit, but I had no choice but to follow the order. Jesper told me that I do not need to go to office and handed me packing material for my luggage. So, I was (again) ready to go to the places where I was destined to.
Preparation For Another Journey
I had three days to pack my luggage and say goodbye to friends and relatives at the asylum center and in Copenhagen. I went to my brothers in Copenhagen and bid them goodbye. I met with my good friends and told them it would be difficult for me to see them so often. I had packed all my belongings and on Monday I was fully prepared to say goodbye to Red Cross staff like Jesper, Katherine, Jeanette and Jens who took care of me in every possible way. I thanked them all for what they did for me.
Ready to Go
On Monday,18th of March, 2013, at 10 am a coach came for me and twelve other camp fellows. We set off at 10.45 am in a windy and cloudy day. I was anxious to reach my new destination. At last after more than six hours journey, we reached Ranum in the northern part of Jutland more than 400 km from Copenhagen.
I was welcomed by a nice smiling face in front of the reception office. She gave me a key, some papers and a pleasant surprise; a shopper bag full of edibles. I thanked her and soon was led by a Dane called Ulff and a Syrian named Abdul who both helped me to load my baggage on a van. We reached Løgstør (a town 10 km from Ranum), where I was allocated room no. 25. A a Pakistani named Naveed was already residing there.
My journey has now ended. For now. I know I can adjust myself soon in this new place as I am a flexible man and time has taught me to live in adversities.