It was the worst night of my life. At around 11:30pm I meet with the smuggler. I gave him the money and he told me to wait there, as he walked over to a corner to make a call. I could feel my heart racing. This was the only way to get out of here and be safe. Twenty minutes later he walked back to me and told me everything was set. The boat would leave tomorrow morning at 3:30am. I returned to my tent and lay on the ground thinking of one thing - Was I going to die?
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The Journey
The journey I had to go through as a refugee was the worst experience of my life.
From Yemen to Djibouti - the worst
night of my life