In the woodlot, we met many other refugees. We
stopped to strategize on how to cross the border. We were
standing on the side of a strip of land freshly ploughed when
someone suggested that it could be mined. At that point, I
just wanted to get it over with. I knew that I did not want to
go to prison, there was no return to my parent’s house and
living did not appear to be a desirable option. So, I
volunteered to crawl across the border strip to see if it was
mined. At that point in time, I had enough and the possibility
of being blown up did not frighten me at all. Everyone stood
in silence as I started my journey, lying on my stomach,
pooling myself one elbow after another. At each move, I
expected to be blown up. It was the longest 10 minutes of
my life before reaching Austria. When I reached the other
side, I got up, stood beside a tree and watched as about 200
refugees crawled on my track, one after another. Everyone
made it safe and the ordeal was over. With tearful eyes I
said goodbye to my beloved motherland.
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