"I left my country, Eritrea, by foot for the same reasons as thousands of my compatriots. I did not want to have to take part in the compulsory military service. So I went to Sudan, where I worked as a hairdresser for five years.
What I’ve been through since the very moment I crossed the Eritrean border is very difficult to tell. A whole day is not long enough to tell you everything.
From Sudan, I tried to reach Libya with many other hopeful people as well. Many died during the journey. I was lucky and made it to the country. That’s when hell started. You can’t do anything there; you can’t go outside without at least some kind of authorization. I was constantly thinking of my wife, who I left in Sudan, pregnant with our second child.
I was lucky enough to reach the Libyan coast, and then to risk my life in the Mediterranean sea.
I arrived in Italy and continued to Switzerland. At first, life here was not easy. I was constantly stressed. I had to take care of myself first, and then do my best to bring my wife here. A constant reminder of her throughout my journey was my wedding ring which I hid for safe keeping in my then long hair.
But now I’m feeling better, despite the tiredness. I believe that things will get brighter one day. Now that I feel better, I’m running a lot and I ran the half marathon in Lausanne and in Fribourg. Why do I run that much? To remind myself that I’ve done a long journey and yet, I’m still alive.
In the end, life is only a long journey."