Christmas period for many is a time of joy, happiness, a break from work, a quiet period, despite the economic crisis that overwhelms Worldwide inexorable, but it takes very little to be happy, it's Christmas. . . But for many people the same does not happen, sadly there are people who spend Christmas under the constant exploitation, often umilizione despair, are grown in third countries who are exploited for the collection of oranges, but also tomatoes and more, have only one meal a day for more than 10 hours often earn less than 20 €, are exploited by land owners who do not look to get rich no, here these people are fleeing their country and in places like in Rosario, is going to be exploit racist hatred in Italy continues to increase and in this climate of xenophobia, often leaves the usual sentence is to steal our work here I do not think people would do what they do for a handful of peanuts, sleeping in cramped places without services of any kind, like animals, unfortunately we are in a state where the evil increases at an alarming rate, where you hail as racial hatred against Roma or against immigrants, where humanity is hiding behind these hatreds, in this moment of crisis we must reflect and remember that we are all one race, the human race and we must remember this, and we must fight in such a way that is really so.
Here is a text taken from the blog and Felicity Lawrence www.terrelibere.org that makes us reflect on the situation expressed by me above.
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"Yasser is a migrant from Morocco, one of about twenty thousand workers without residence permits who work in the collection of Christmas clementines` `. He lives in a shed damp and dark, where light barely penetrates from the rear. From the external figs birds are able to penetrate through the concrete, the smell of garbage rotting el
remains suspended in the air. The old factory building housed dozens of migrants from Africa, six or seven for every room without windows. On one wall, inscribed on the remains of plaster, they read the names of places
of departure and routes of illegal entry into Europe: Dakar, Rabat, Tunisie, Maroc, Mombasa, Lampedusa, Paris, Milan, Barcelona.
not have running water or sanitation. They sleep on beds made of cardboard or derived from old broken-down doors. Yasser, like others, gets up every morning before dawn and is added to the queue along the road, waiting for the work with the orange and olive groves that provide UK and Northern Europe. He says he is lucky if you work three days a week, but can not accept or to return home or be defeated to tell his family
conditions in which they live.
The landowners are charged by the piece, and if you are strong you can earn € 25 a day, but recently some of them have tried to cut the wages of 11 €
just the market price of citrus fruit has fallen below production cost in Italy.
`` I live in fear, he says. He worked in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bthen Milan, then down to the Southern Italy, where the seasons mark the rhythm of work.
Most of them have come from Puglia, where 90% of the product boxes of tomatoes bought in the UK.
When he returns from a day of collection, up to 10 hours of work, walking to collect the water and then cooked pasta and tomatoes in light of a candle
placed inside a plastic bottle. This diet is supplemented by milk and oranges, and little else. For weeks, she needed medicine for digestive problems and is now worried
can not afford to buy more. "
Still the dawn." It is still the dawn when the immigrants start to walk in the flickering light that the decorations Christmas cast shadows on the main road
. Several hundred of them are now gathered,
creating a map of Africa `s dramas and poverty
Eastern Europe `s on the streets of Rosarno.
In a December morning, some Moroccans are grouped in the middle of the highway. The skin gives them a clear advantage in the brutal order of preference
corporals. Opposite, a group of Bulgarian Roma women are trying to get caught up with them a child. The Romanians, heavy smokers, men and women, have marked their territory just far from Roma, seems to despise them. Near a Russian `s alone.
Behind the street a group of young Egyptians have just arrived, Ighilterra `s dream. At the end of the street's African blacks,
always the last to be chosen, are from Senegal, Ghana, Nigeria, Cote d `Ivoire, Burkina Faso, Mali, Togo, Eritrea and Sudan. So, even when the full moon shines in the sky, the vehicles start arriving. A Pajero takes a dozen men. A corporal comes with a minibus
dirt and takes another 20, but at least 10 others want to go up, determined not to be left behind. A line drawn from
Corporal marks the border with excess workers.
Suddenly the violence here, a young Moroccan takes hammering the roof of a van until it stops in a cloud of dust and exhaust
. He worked for a week for the corporal, who now refuses to pay him should. His friends are all shouting
has happened to them, but they are illegal. `What can you do? ', Says one of them."
Derelict (abandoned)
"A man traveling by car to bid the women` s East One of the women are discussing with a guy on board a small red Fiat when a Romanian big and muscular arrives and begins to give his fists on the roof.
`You bastard, you bastard ', he cries. The driver walks away, only to reappear on the street a few minutes later. Now all Romanians
surrounding his car, threatening him: 'Do not come back! `. Golf
A part with many workers squeezed in, so that you can not count the bodies. A child is among them. The cab of a truck is filled with some Africans.
After an hour and a half times the labor market is dying. At least half of workers did not find a place today. Little by little they leave, returning to abandoned homes and factories.
About 80 of them have found refuge in a former paper factory on the edge of the city. The main hall of the building is empty
day, but you can see the beds of cardboard on which a group of men
sleeps a restless sleep.
Rays of light pierce the broken glass. The roof is mostly gone, although the pillars are exposed to asbestos. On the concrete floor are the remains of the fires yesterday -
migrants take the tree branches and pieces around to cook every night `s only
meal of the day. D `battered car seats and boxes are the only furniture
. There are no toilets or sinks. To the outside, the `garbage heaps to
has attracted a healthy population of rats.
Samia, Ghana, remained at the factory again. It is
managed to ignite a huge branch, and is cooking a chicken
bought cheaply at the supermarket for its citizens. He has been injured in an accident
`car in Naples three months ago, my knee still hurts,
in these conditions does not find a job.
not pleasant night in the mill, he says. There's new people,
came from Darfur. The Italian news report that Sudanese gangs who kidnap other
African immigrants. Slightly further on, four men
are begging for blankets. They too are from Ghana. When
work can earn less than 3 € the hour, collecting
clementines and oranges, but today `s work and console themselves with a bottle of wine
Calabrese.
hides well its beauties
"Many other Africans who are here have come with the boats of smugglers
on the island of Lampedusa. With the Canary Islands, Lampedusa has become one of the main points
for 'illegal entry into Europe.
More than 11,000 migrants have landed in the island over the last 6 months.
To cope with these numbers, Italian authorities have transferred the
survivors in the CPT, on the mainland, to handle various situations.
Many were released after a few months with a deportation order
that is not respected. Some pay the guards to let them go first
. Once free, immigrants go into the agricultural areas of South
Rosarno well hidden his wealth. But as soon as you leave the streets of
crumbling concrete blocks, find a landscape of extraordinary beauty
. The mountains form a rugged Aspromonte `s
vertebral column on` horizon, and the land that goes from the mountains to the sea is
covered with citrus and olive groves.
Clusters of bright orange fruit hang in profusion
the emerald green of the foliage, and the gap between the grass turns into a watermark
of Gold. "
Voices
Kouhou Dje Bi, Cote d` Ivoire
When his brother died, Dje Bi Kouhou
found himself headed for two groups, with 15 children to support. His work as a dancer
not allowed to earn enough, so he decided to go with sixteen
other emigrants from his country.
Savings something, and bought a return flight to Cote D `Ivoire
Paris to get a tourist visa for France, then continued
for the South of Italy. He worked in agriculture in recent years. First in Puglia, in
tomato plants, but the police raids have led to the
Calabria. `The master said: If the police come run, but if you take
will deliver only a deportation order in five days.
but then they started to check the documents in the street, and I had to go away '. Now you
queues every morning on the way, to collect
Calabrian oranges. He wants to go home, but his passport has expired
four years ago and is now undocumented.
`My wife begs me to come back. I do not see my children for years', he says.
`That's impossible, it` s working there. And then I have no money to return
`back.
Saha, Ghana
Saha has been traveling for almost four years from Ghana to reach the rocky Europe through Côte d'Ivoire, Niger, Libya,
until he found enough money to pay the smugglers that they did get to
Lampedusa on a boat. From there, as most of the 11,000 migrants who arrived in Lampedusa in the last six months
, Saha was transferred to a detention center
, in his case in Crotone.
Finally, like thousands of other migrants, Saha has been issued with a deportation order, but without money or documents, and arrived in Rosario. There's also people who have racked up 12 orders, no one enforces them.
In fact, many migrants are so desperate to want to go home, but without documents and money are locked. "I cry almost every day. My mother died while I was away, and I will never see my family," confesses Saha.
David, Ghana
David (not his real name) are queues every morning, like everyone else. It is lucky if he can make 25 euro for 10 hours. "How many hours can you do? It depends on how strong you are," he says. But for at least half the time
`s nothing to do, the work is not enough, and so
is often the abandoned factory. "We all have problems in our country, that's why we came. "
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