“I am Baryali, and it took me 8 years and 5000 km walk to reach Italy after fleeing Afghanistan. I arrived here alone, nothing with me, I made my way through mountains, smugglers, the sea, bureaucracy and discouragement. I left my family and my friends, my job, my country and I leaped in the dark: I couldn’t stay in a war torn Country anymore. I left when I was just 17 years old. Once in Rome, I slept in the street for a period, before entering in a shelter and finally find a job and a room where to stay. However, my dream was to study, even if I wasn’t raised thinking about studying as a “duty”. As a matter of fact, I have started working when I was 5 years old, which was my duty, and my family has no graduates: I am going to be the first one!
Because yes, now I am studying Political Science. Thanks to a private grant, I am attending University. Do you know how I got it? One day I entered the Principal’s office saying: goodmorning, one day I want to be you, let me study! That’s how you accomplish your goals, putting yourself at the forefront, asking for what you want.
Integration to me is easy, they sell it as an obstacle, but have you ever thought how easy can be for a person that has crossed Africa by foot? Integration is the very last step after years of violence, fatigue and struggle. It is 0,5% of the whole “migration process”. To achieve integration, you just need good will and good predisposition by both sides: the migrant and hosting society. My presupposition is that doing good you will get good back.
We, young people, today are very connected and more informed than our parents, who instead really need to be taught on the great opportunities of diversity and multiculturalism. Sending everybody back home is nonsense, there’s just one way forward: acceptance and mutual understanding“.