MIGRATION IS NOT A CRIME - Hideouts of Philopappos Hill

This is, now I’m somewhere at the Philopappos Hill park, a forest in the middle of Athens, just on the side of the big Acropolis. And so, I'm here with Hera, a girl from Cyprus, and as it goes, after some kissing, some touching, I feel that she is too absent-minded, and so,  as I try to remove her bra I get to the conclusion that this isn’t just one bra, there’s more… she has two, three, four, or five bras one over another… and so, I´m now wondering, “What is this? Is she suffering from some kind of breast complexes? Or is she hiding some physical problem on her chest?” And so, then, as we mess around with all these bras, at some point, I can hear a certain noise on the back of some rocks, close by, and then, I even can see some shadows by those rocks, and so, as Hera perceives my astonishment, there she goes, already asking “What? What? What?”; and then, after these “what´s” we can already hear some kind of muffled giggles coming from the back of that rocks, and so, all in a sudden she stands up and while proffering some bitter comments in her own language she starts picking up her bras from the ground around the bench, and after, with some of them under her arms, off she goes, and me, I don’t go after her, here I stay. And thus, when she is really gone, the curtain falls, this is, at this point, some boys are actually coming out from behind these rocks and immediately I understand, they are illegal migrants from Azia. This is, some of them even ask sorry, others are asking me questions about this girl, and others, there they are, now playing with some of the bras she didn’t take, this is, they are wearing them on the head, etc. And then, as I move to the back of the rock from where they came, I can see, they have a lot of stuff hidden here. This is, they even have a camping gas thing and water boiling, ready, and so, straight away they want to offer me some tea, which I accept. And so, as it goes, I end up spending the night with them. And yes, they tell me their stories. One Pakistan guy says that his name is “Elvis”, he informs me that “If you want to come from Pakistan to Europe, you have to cross Afghanistan first, this because they have buit a 3 feet thick wall with 10 feet of height, between Pakistan and Iran, not only a wall but also observation towers and fortress-style garrisons for troops”, plus I got to know that, “once in Afghanistan we have to pay to lorry drivers to keep us out of the Bin Laden routes, or you can be kidnapped and stolen and raped…” and now, one other says that “the Iran police is not easy to deal with… if they catch you, they easely can deport you or put you in jail if you are an Afghan without papers in their country…” and then, one another with darker skin intervens “me, I came walking all the way, by the Caspian Sea, hidden inside ships, and then, when I arrived on the border with Azerbaijan, a country I had never heard about, someone advised to not go there because there are a lot of Jews there or something…” and one another more pesky says “and once on the border with Turkey, we have to pay to Kurdish smugglers that would take us to Kars, through the mountains, and so, this is, once we get on the train we are safe, there are no more questions, in two or three days we reach Istanbul” and other with a turban on his head also says “then, from Istanbul to Greece is impossible to pass by land, coz of the European community fence, so, we had to come to Çanakkale, a port city between the sea of Turkey and the sea of Greece, and so, once there, we would mount on small boats that would take us to the Greek islands of Limnos or Lesvos or Samos, and then, once we reach one of thais inlands, there is humanitarian organizations there that will take care of you… this is, they do not send you back to Turkey… rather, they will give you food, a house, or ásylo, a new word we were happy to discover… and then, you should get on a big ship that will take you into Greece mainland, but this may not be easy, you may have to wait a lot of months for them to give you the needed papers… but yeah, if it is taking too much time, you can hide yourself inside some of these ships, and so, where we are now…”, “and from here, where do you want to go?” I dare to ask. “Well, some of us want to go to Italy, others want to go to Paris, London, others want to go to Berlin, others want to go Stockholm, Helsinki, etc… in Finland they may give you a house, a job and the women, they say, because the women there are eager to marry dark skinned boys…” someone says, with a smile on his face. And then, the guy from Ethiopia comes now into this conversation stating that “I would never go into such Nordic countries, like Sweden or Finland or Iceland… people are not happy in these kinds of countries, this is, they have no soul over there… this because ice burns more than fire”, he says, and then, I say something like this, “It is funny… you are all dreaming with Europe, and me here, wanting to go out of Europe, this is, it's funny, I want to go into the lands you are just coming from…” and then, as I say this, they begin passing me addresses of friends and places I should stay in Turkey, Iran, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Syria, Iraq, Palestine, Egypt, Sudan, Etiopia, etc.