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The FC Lampedusa St. Pauli and the 2017 G20 summit in Hamburg

The FC St. Pauli fan magazine ‘Der Uebersteiger’ inquired whether we could contribute a few written words regarding the G20. Settling for a few words on this topic is a hard act in itself, so as it turns out there are quite a few words more in reaction to the G20, this unspeakable, inhumane summit of those 20 supposedly ‘most important’ industrial nations and threshold countries.

G20 – This naturally being anything but a large gathering of random human beings representing those nations which may speak about problems, neglects and missed opportunities, injustices, proportions and forms of oppression, about war and exploitation, mass pollution and looting – but a meeting of heads of government, inflated delegations of state as well as trade and industrial associations accompanied by their own lobbyists. Topping off this sheer foolishness, it takes place in Hamburg, in our city, which fortunately can call its own large, diverse and grown scenes and cultures of multicoloured activity and creativity, partially radical alternative, leftist resistance.

The entire despotic insanity then was housed in the convention center bordering on the neighbourhood Karoviertel and sitting right in between those of Schanze and Gaengeviertel, on the corner of our and the FC St. Pauli’s Millerntorstadium. What an outrageous demonstration of power on part of the SPD, the governing party of Hamburg and the “northern edition of the CSU”, as well as their toady coalition partner, this being the Green party.
Was this the subsequent revenge of King Olaf in reaction to Hamburg’s failed Olympia 2024 bid which all of us had voted down? If so, he hopefully did enjoy this revenge to the fullest as the G20 was simply horrible!

Weeks ahead of time already, citizens’ rights (Well, let’s call them human rights…) had been violated, exemplified by flicks of the wrist such as closings of football fields and the cancellation of trainings as in the case of the SC Sternschanze.

Aboard our own FC St. Pauli, nevertheless, there were quite far-sighted football amateurs who already in early March had organized a registered tournament taking place at the field arena, this including concerts, food and drinks, and which – you guessed it- was slotted for the G20 weekend from July 7 -9, 2017. Good work, people!

Those of us belonging to FC Lampedusa St. Pauli, from coaching crew to players, had started talking about the summit months before. What are we going to do?
Are we going to start the search for a football tournament far away ad will we leave our city behind, united?
What should we recommend to players age 15 to 25 who surely and in large part already had experienced violence – experiences which us ‘Non-Refugees’ could and would not want to imagine?
What effect would the daily and nightly, the constant drone of helicopters have on them?
What would the constant presence of armed and running uniformed trigger in our players, and what about getting controlled, searched and bullied?
What would this trigger in tens and twens who have survived war, destruction, persecution, flight, forced migration, violence, abuse, internment, death and fear of death?
Did we not have to expect a re-traumatization when witnessing police looking like soldiers who chase people, chase them with water cannoned, armoured vehicles, beat up on them, shoot gas grenades at them, throw people to the ground, manhandle, abuse and remove them?
What will happen if and when players happen upon demonstrations and blockades, when and if they decide to partake in a protest?
Which consequences are there for unaccomponied minors, underaged refugees, human beings being processed as they seek asylum, young, migrated people who merely have a stay or suspension of deportation – or have even less, perhaps?

House arrest because of Trump?
Curfew because o Putin?
NoGo areas because of Erdogan?
Interned in a camp for asylum seekers because the self-declared ‘World’s Elite’ chose our city as the site to chow down on lobster and the ‘Elphi’ as the venue to best enjoy Beethoven’s ‘Ode to Joy’?

Not a single citizen of any country the players belonging to FC Lampedusa St. Pauli originate from was invited to this G20 chitchat! But hey, they are not ‘important’. They are just … ‘broken’.

Yet – as we say around here, around the FC Lampedusa St. Pauli, ‘About 10% of our project is football. 90% are about politics’. And so we stay! Kindly!
We shall not be chased off by warmongers and moneybags, are we!? And : “Puke bag Olaf” as well as ‘Prohibition Grote’ won’t scare us off.
As many of you are aware the FC Lampedusa St. Pauli female coaching crew is quite active politically besides the football project, and so the four coaches had plans in place for the week surrounding the G20. Our training had been cancelled anyways, schools and kindergartens closed, commuting to work had made impossible for thousands.

Reduced as we are as privileged German citizens who are endowed with the commonly accepted registered address of residence, we shall not be denied exercising our supposed, ‘granted’ right to free opinion, assembly and demonstration.
Until Thursday evening – ‘Welcome to Hell’!

This being the demonstration’s motto, it was translated quite literally by ‘The State’s Monopoly of Force’, and for days ahead of the actual summit. All those holed up on the city’s outskirts were forced to look on as people were chased, beat up, pushed down high walls and injured, gassed and shot by rubber bullets and water cannons. We saw choppers land on the Heiligengeistfeld, spewing out special forces equipped with helmet lights and armed with weaponry, taking over and occupying the site. We were in fear and there was little sleep, this also due to the constant drone of the helicopters hovering, sitting and idling above our heads, for days,nearly weeks, making us feel within a war instead of an economic summit.

The FCLSP’s players kept to their quarters and didn’t pose many questions upon resuming training – until they realized the fact that youth, kids their age, most of whom were from far away, nearly all ‘foreigners’, had been taken into juvenile prison custody right here pending trial. In jail all alone, far away from home, the local language unknown to them. What a nightmare!

On the next home game day, on 22 of july at our info and merchandise stand fronting the FC St. Pauli Fanladen they shared with us their experiences of internment camps, told us about jails in Libya. “It was so bad you don’t wanna know’, they told us. No, we’d rather not imagine. They told of internment camps, border patrol and detention in garages and storage facilities, all packed to the hilt with people because all other structures were maxed out. Of detention centers, police stations where entire families had to strip down including a baby whose diapers were ripped off in the search for money hidden by it’s parents. They told of cops and border patrolmen chasing them, beating up on them. Told of police brutality in Hungary and elsewhere. of deportation prisons and beeing locked in where ever. Yes, all FC Lampedusa St. Pauli players all of them know things like this.

So we have decided togehter to support those young No G20 activists by sending them postcards and team photos, by paying some money into their jail account so they at least can call home, write letters and buy toothpaste and whatever else it is they can purchase withi

That is how we go about it right now. We collect donations from our own info/merch stand which is situated by the Fanladen on the ‘Gegengerade’ during home games and pass it onto them… and we demand their immediate release!
To quote Deniz Naki a bit freely, ‘Kids need to go to fooball instead of going to jail!’

Please join in and support the young G20 inmates at the juvenile prison JVA Hahnöfersand.

Two of them have birthdays coming up in September, by the way. Maybe we can send parcels, as we already inquired at the jail.

Yours, FC Lampedusa St. Pauli

 

Update:

One of the young birthday mates been sentenced in the meanwhilwile, the sentence is suspended for pre-probation, so he is out of prison now and in 6 month the court will decide about it finally.

We was allowed to send a bithday parcel to the other youngster, 2,5Kg vegan sweets, not easy, but nearly everything else is forbidden to put in. No cookies, no dry frueits, no whole nuts. Its a strange, slattering, different world in itself!

 

 

 

 

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Der FC Lampedusa St. Pauli und der G20 Gipfel in Hamburg

Der Übersteiger hat uns gefragt, ob wir nicht ein paar Worte zum G20 schreiben könnten.
Nur ein paar Worte fallen uns zu dem Thema aber wirklich schwer, drum sind es doch ein paar mehr Worte geworden zum G20, dem unsäglichen, menschenverachtenden Gipfeltreffen, der angeblich 20 „wichtigsten“ Industrienationen und Schwellenländern.

Also natürlich nicht ein grosses Zusammenkommen irgendwelcher Menschen aus diesen Nationen, die vielleicht über Probleme und Versäumnisse, Ungerechtigkeiten und Unterdrückungsverhältnisse, über Krieg und Ausbeutung, Umweltzerstörung und Ausplünderung der Nichteingeladenen sprechen würden, sondern ein Treffen der Regierungschefs, aufgeblähter Staatsdelegationen sowie von Industrie- und Wirtschaftsverbänden, samt ihrer Lobbyisten. Das ganze wahnwitziger Weise auch noch in Hamburg, in unserer Stadt, mit zum Glück grosser, vielfältiger, bunter, aktiver und einer teils radikalen Alternativen-, Kreativen-, Wiederständigen- und Linken-Szene.

Der gesamte Despoten-Wahnsinn fand dann auch noch in den Messehallen statt, am Rande des Karoviertels, zwischen Schanze und Gängeviertel, um die Ecke unseres Millerntorstadions des FC St. Pauli. Was für eine ungeheuerliche Machtdemonstration der in Hamburg regierenden SPD – der CSU des Nordens – und ihrer speichelleckenden Koalitionspartnerin ‘Die Grünen‘.
War es am Ende König Olafs Rache an uns allen für die abgelehnte Olympia-Bewerbung Hamburgs für 2024? Wenn ja, hat er seine Rache hoffentlich in vollen Zügen genossen, denn G20 war einfach nur grauenhaft!

Schon Wochen vorher wurden „Bürger-“, sagen wir lieber Menschenrechte ausser Kraft gesetzt und zum Beispiel per Handstreich Fußballplätze und Trainingszeiten entzogen, wie etwa beim SC Sternschanze.

Bei unserem FC St. Pauli gab es allerdings sehr vorausschauende Fußballamateur*innen, die schon Anfang März ein Fußballturnier mit Konzerten, Speisen und Getränken an der Feldarena angemeldet hatten. Für – ja genau – das G20-Wochenende vom 7.-9. Juli 2017. Gut gemacht, Leute!

Wir vom FC Lampedusa St. Pauli, die Coaching Crew und die Spieler haben schon Monate vorher angefangen über den Summit zu reden. Was machen wir?
Suchen wir uns möglichst weit weg ein Fußballturnier und verlassen geschlossen unsere Stadt?
Überreden wir alle Spieler eine knappe Woche möglichst das Haus nicht zu verlassen?
Was sollen wir unseren geflüchteten FCLSP-Spielern zwischen 15 und 25 raten, die sicherlich zum grössten Teil schon Gewalterfahrungen machen mussten. Erfahrungen, die wir „Nichtgeflüchteten“ uns nicht mal vorstellen können und wollen.
Was wird das ständige Dröhnen der Hubschrauber Tag und Nacht in ihnen auslösen?
Was wird es mit ihnen machen, wenn überall in den Straßen Uniformierte mit Waffen rumlaufen?
Wenn diese Uniformierten sie vielleicht sogar kontrollieren, durchsuchen oder drangsalieren?
Was löst das in Teens und Twens aus, die Krieg, Zerstörung,Verfolgung, Flucht, Vertreibung, Gewalt, Misshandlungen, Internierung,Tod und Todesangst erlebt haben?
Wird es sie nicht re-traumatisieren, wenn sie vielleicht mitansehen müssen, wie Menschen von Polizist*innen, die zum Teil eher aussehen wie Soldaten, gejagt, verprügelt, mit Gas beschossen, von Wasserwerfern vor sich hergetrieben, zu Boden geworfen, misshandelt und abtransportiert werden?
Was passiert mit ihnen wenn sie in Demonstrationen oder Blockaden geraten, oder sich am Protest beteiligen wollen?
Welche Konsequenzen könnte es haben für minderjährige unbegleitete Flüchtlinge, Menschen im Asylverfahren, junge geflüchtete Menschen, die nur eine Duldung haben oder vielleicht noch nicht mal das?

Hausarrest wegen Trump?
Ausgangsperre wegen Putin?
NoGo Areas wegen Erdogan?
Interniert im Asylbewerber Camp, weil die selbsternannte Welt-Elite in unserer Stadt Hummer fressen will und in der „Elphi“ Beethovens“ Ode an die Freude“ lauschen soll?

Aus keinem einzigen der Länder, aus denen die Spieler des FC Lampedusa St. Pauli kommen, ist auch nur eine einzige Person zum G20-Palaver eingeladen worden!
Aber die sind ja auch nicht „wichtig“, sondern nur „kaputt“!

Aber wie sagen wir vom FC Lampedusa St. Pauli immer so schön: “10% unseres Projektes ist Fußball und zu 90% geht’s um Politik.“ Also bleiben wir hier! Gefälligst!
Wir lassen uns doch nicht von den Kriegstreibern und Pfeffersäcken vertreiben.
Und: Brechmittel Olaf und Verbote Grote können uns nicht bange machen.
Wie viele von euch wissen, sind wir Frauen von der Coaching Crew des FC Lampedusa St. Pauli ja auch noch neben dem Fußballprojekt politisch aktiv und so hatten wir vier Trainerinnen dann doch Pläne gemacht, was wir in der Woche rund um den G20 tun wollen. Unser Training war ohnehin gestrichen, Schulen und Kindergärten geschlossen, zur Arbeit kam man ja auch nicht.

Zumindest wir, die mit der privilegierten Deutschen Staatsangehörigkeit und den bürgerlich akzeptierten Meldeadressen ausgestattet sind, wollten uns unser angeblich verbrieftes Grundrecht auf Meinungs-, Versammlungs- und Demonstrationsfreiheit nicht verwehren lassen.
Bis Donnerstag Abend – „Welcome to Hell“!

Das Motto der Demo hat das „Gewaltmonopol des Staates“ aber sehr wörtlich umgesetzt und so sollte es die nächsten Tage ja auch weitergehen. Alle, die sich nicht am Stadtrand eingeigelt hatten, mussten mitansehen, wie Menschen gejagt, verprügelt,von Mauern herunter gestossen, mit Tränengas besprüht und mit Wasserwerfern beschossen wurden. Wir haben Hubschrauber landen und bewaffnete Spezialkräfte mit Helmlampen das Heiligengeistfeld besetzen sehen. Wir haben Angst gehabt und kaum geschlafen, auch ob der dröhnenden Helikopter, die seit Tagen, fast Wochen über unserer aller Köpfe standen und mehr an Krieg als an ein Wirtschaftstreffen erinnern ließen.

Die Spieler des FCLSP blieben in ihren Unterkünften und fragten beim Nach-Gipfel-Training nicht viel nach bis, ja bis sie mitbekamen, dass Jugendliche wie sie, im gleichen Alter, die meisten von weit weg, alle „Ausländer*innen“ hier im Jugendknast in U-Haft sitzen. Alleine im Gefängnis, weit weg von Zuhause, der Sprache nicht mächtig.Was für ein Albtraum!

An unserem Info- und Merchstand vor dem Fanladen beim nächsten St. Pauli Heimspiel, erzählten sie von ihren Internierungserfahrungen, von Gefängnissen in Libyen: „Das war so schlimm, das wollt ihr nicht hören“ sagten sie zu uns. Nein lieber nicht, das wollen wir uns lieber nicht mal vorstellen. Sie erzählten von Internierungslagern, Grenzschutz-Polizei-Gewahrsam in Garagen und Lagerhäusern, weil alles andere schon überfüllt war. Von Detention Centern, von Polizeistationen, wo sich die ganze Familie nackt ausziehen musste und sogar den Babies noch die Windeln runtergerissen wurden, um zu gucken, ob die Eltern dort eventuell Geld versteckt haben könnten. Von sie jagenden und schlagenden Grenzern und Polizisten. Von Polizeibrutalität in Ungarn und anderswo. Ja, das kennen alle.

Wir haben beschlossen, die Jugendlichen NO G20 Aktivist*innen zu unterstützen, ihnen Postkarten und Teamfotos zu schicken und ein bisschen Geld auf ihr Knastkonto zu überweisen, damit sie wenigstens nach Hause telefonieren können, Briefe schreiben und z. B. Zahnpasta und was auch immer man da drinnen bekommt, kaufen können.

So machen wir es nun, solange sie auf der Gefängnis-Insel sitzen müssen.
Wir sammeln bei Heimspielen unseres FCSP an unserem Info- und Merchstand vor dem Fanladen in der Gegengeraden Geld und überweisen es ihnen…..
und wir fordern ihre sofortige Freilassung!
Frei nach Deniz Naki:“ Die Kinder sollen zum Fussball gehen und nicht ins Gefängnis“!

Macht doch mit und unterstützt mit uns die Jugendlichen G20-Gefangenen in der JVA Hahnöfersand.

Zwei von ihnen haben übrigens im September auch noch Geburtstag. Einer wird bald vor Gericht stehen, hoffentlich nicht an seinem Geburtstag. Vielleicht dürfen wir ja Päckchen schicken, wir haben im Jugendknast schon angefragt.

Euer FC Lampedusa St. Pauli

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Of buses that collect children at night and disinfected teddy bears

An FC Lampedusa St. Pauli trilogy, pt. III

On Friday, 2 December 2016, at 07h00, on a home match day of the FC St. Pauli, another FC Lampedusa St. Pauli player was deported after three days of detention in the so called “deportation detention facility“, of the Hamburg Foreigners‘ Registration Office located near Hamburg airport. He was only the fifth detainee inside in Hamburg’s history and had to sit there all alone until his deportation at dawn.

Monday, 5 December 2016. We –  two of the FCLSP coaching staff – go to the first reception centre for refugees located in Niendorf, one of the northern districts of the city. For this we even hired a car so that we could take the belongings our deported player with us.

We called them in the morning: “Hello, we are friends of R., who was, as you know, deported last Friday. The deportation detention facility sent his keys back on Wednesday, I was told on my visit there on Thursday. I have been authorised by R. to collect his belongings. Can we come around at 14h00?… Hello? Are you still on the line? … Hello?“

The woman on the other end of the line – let’s call her Petra – answers in audible shock: “What did you say? No, I have no idea about it whatsoever. That’s terrible! Deported? Last Friday? What? Deportation detention? Since Tuesday morning? No, we weren‘t informed about this, I have no idea, how terrible. What was the name again? You want to come around, you have an authorisation… deported… how terrible. Okay, come around at 14h00.”

Our hired car is equipped with a navigation device so we know that our route takes us roughly in the direction of the FCSP training facility and then through a sort of “wilderness” to our destination: the first reception centre. On the left and right side of the street, we see taken down hoardings and on the righthand side a row of single floor containers with small alleyways and colourful clothes waving in the cold wind – typical “Hamburg weather”.

We have to turn left. On a hoarding, covered with green plastic foil that prevents you from seeing through, there is a sign “ASB Flüchtlingshilfe” (Refugees’ Help). We are a bit confused. “Refugees’ Help”?

We pass a massive – open – roller door to the container that hosts the security. Two men in security officers’ uniforms stand on the left and right side. Speaking through the window, into the inner side, we try to explain who we are and what we want. “We have an appointment with Petra” we say. Unfortunately, we’d written her surname down wrongly. To find out, we wonder, ask, make suggestions and phone calls. Then there’s the answer through the “doorman lounge” that someone would come and pick us up and that we should register our names on the visitors list. There we stand jittering in the cold and wet December weather, watching a boy playing football with a broken ball. Playing alone is boring somehow, he seems to think and starts to kick the deflated thing to and from one of the security guards, who has his hands in his pockets and earplugs. Before long, the ball wobbles in our direction and so we three begin to pass it around. A situation that seems bizarre – maybe it’s not.

Before long, another small boy joins in. The two of them play together, but soon some argy-bargy starts and they begin to fight a little. The security guard takes his hand off his pockets, grabs the crying, slashing five-year-old, holds his arm firmly and tries to soothe him. The other boy – of a similar age – tries to explain to us that – of course – the other boy started it. A confusing situation – watching the uniformed mediator at work – there appears a degree of irony to the sign on the hoarding that states: “Refugees’ Help”.

Finally, Petra arrives, totally distraught and very apologetic at having forgotten to call us: “Right now, it would be impossible to collect our player’s belongings” she says. His roommate was out.

I beg your pardon? Again, we insist. We took a day off to come around; hired a car; drove up here… but – as this compound is not a prison– it is possible that people can move and leave freely. Because of this, it would be useless to assume that the guy would wait in his room for some people collecting belongings of some other guy who hasn’t been seen for days. Well, but there’s the right to privacy… no, really. Petra, for instance, has never entered a room when its occupants are out. And this, she really cannot do.

We look at each other first and then around. Here we are now: a huge container camp erected on a former BMW dealer’s parking lot: bare ground scattered with huge, deep puddles. Two storeys high each, the containers stand narrowly side-by-side with some narrow alleyways in between. “On both sides of the street live 850 people altogether,” Petra says.

Whoever wants to go through the rolling door must produce his/her ID at the security and enter his/her name, the time of the visit etc. on a list. No matter if they want to get in or out.

We’re still outside, standing in the drizzle. Our feet and hands are cold and dusk is about to set.

But, at the end of the day, we don’t intend to leave without our player’s belongings. Full stop. Punkt. Basta.

Well, in this case, we’d have to ask her superior. So, we’re off to the office container together where a sign reads “Flüchtlingshilfe-Büro” (Refugees’s Help Office), waiting in the cold while a man is being called to see us. Well, the thing is that no one working in this facility was informed about the deportation, no one knows about it and, above all, they’d never be informed about such actions in general. If he could have the authorisation of our FCLSP player, he asks. Also, he assumed that we’d be in possession of his keys and, even more importantly, the key to his locker.

He himself wouldn’t know about anything and asks for our friend’s name…

Well. Again. From. The. Start. Slowly.

On Tuesday, 29 November, in the early morning, our player was apprehended inside the Foreigners’ Registration Office, taken to the so called “deportation custody facility”, held there for three days and, on Friday, 2 December, at 7h00 DEPORTED!”
On Thursday, 1 December, one of us visited him in prison, where:

  • an authorisation was written on behalf of our player which permits us to collect his belongings,
  • it was claimed by the prison management in a direct talk (i.e. vis-á-vis) that the keys of the first reception centre were already returned to the accommodation since “the guys” would otherwise always take them with them and,
  • it was promised to call and send a fax the facility where he lived resp. to inform this facility and to make it known that friends of the deportee would come around on Monday to collect the detainee’s and than deportee’s belongings.

Of course, none of that happened!

Erm, well, if this is the case, he told us, he would call the deportation prison and inquire, since he wouldn’t know either what to do in such a case exactly. After a while, he returns from his office, returns the original authorisation and tells Petra and us that the deportation custody facility has confirmed the deportation and that the key should’ve been returned. So, he would now call the facility manager with the general keys. Meanwhile, we could go ahead and wait inside the container. After all, it was quite cold and wet. Good idea!

We cross the way to one of the other containers and wait for the facility manager. A young man arrives, carrying a large crowbar. Oh, there’s no general key? “This one is for the locker” we are told. Erm, wait, the room is on the upper floor. We go out again, up the iron stairs, through the door and into a narrow hall, with the large crowbar. The present “occupants” get scared of us, staring at us almost in panic. A man wants to go back into his room but doesn’t dare to pass us. We notice it and step aside to let him through. Two unknown women, one employee and one man carrying a large crowbar.

Now, we’re having the worst scenario: refugees who are scared of us. Pure nightmare!

“Really, no,” Petra says. She’d never been in a room in the absence of the occupants; it is something she cannot do. We soothe her by saying that all his belongings would be in the left locker, that we wouldn’t touch anything and would know precisely what’s inside that “piece of furniture”. Alright. The facility manager opens the door to the room and we point at the left locker. The room is tiny, just providing space for two beds, a table, a chair and two lockers. But if you look outside the window you could watch the FC St. Pauli  players at training. Poor young FCLSP player so close and now so far. That one, exactly. Inside is an ugly Germany U21 fleece jacket, a gift from Christopher Avevor, a (now ex-) player of FC St. Pauli.

We look at each other, then at the facility manager and then at Petra – these lockers actually cannot be locked. They just have knobs. So much for that.

We ask the facility manager to turn the knob. He complies with our wish and pulls the Germany jacket out the locker. Yes, these are the clothes of our FCLSP player and these we will now take with us. It’s not much. Quickly, we pack the few sporting clothes from Christopher Avevor’s clothing donations, some washroom items and some papers into a bag and leave the container, including a heavily unnecessary crowbar, so that the people are no longer scared of us!

Outside again, Petra tells us that this refugees facility accommodates 850 people altogether and that she finds it so sad that some of them are suddenly gone, without notice. Then she points at the one-storey container camp on the other side of the street and says: “And at night, buses come to collect the families with their kids!”

What??

It’s true, she says, they’d never be informed about it at all. And at night, the buses would come and collect the children. The morning after, only the teddy bears are left. These, they would disinfect thereafter, so that they can be passed on.

What?

It’s true, and then these teddy bears are given to the next children – until they are collected at night, too, and only the teddy bears are left, and are disinfected, again. What could she and her colleagues do? They do not know about it, as they are never informed by anyone.

We are shocked. You certainly can imagine the associations swirling in our heads hearing this. “This is unbelievable, you cannot really work here”, we say to her. Saying this, she is close to tears.

This is the family area, most of them from the Balkans, she says quietly. And then the buses come at night. Thereafter, the families are gone and only the teddy bears are left behind. Petra looks at us with sad, desperate looking eyes.

No Petra, you cannot work here. It’s impossible!

You cannot be a part of this!

You cannot work in a refugees’ facility where children are being collected by buses at night.

Where only the left teddy bears remain – which then disinfected. NO WAY!

Distraught, we walk through the dusk carrying the bag full of aftershave, soap, sweatpants and THAT Germany fleece jacket to the gate, de-register ourselves from the list, uttering a brief “Bye” towards the uniformed group, we are back on the small street.

Again, we look to the other side of the street, over the covered hoardings, to the rows with containers with the wet clothes on the lines.

The home of the disinfected teddy bears.

How many children must they have tried to comfort – until the buses come – soaked with disinfection agents – the sad teddy bears – if only they could speak!

Before we get into the car, we take a look back.

“Refugees’ Help”, the sign still reads!

Breaking News: A few weeks ago one of the coaches of the FC St. Pauli Youth Department was coming to our training by exident and she told us, that because of the reception center is straight behind the trainings ground of the FCSP they started to give training to the kids of that facility in the morning.

In the morning? Don’t they have to go to school?

She told us that they not go to school outside the camp, there is some kind of school coming to them inside. So the children have no contact to other children from outside- but as long as they have to stay there they have football training at the FC St. Pauli, and thats fantastic!

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