Name: Leon Mkonu Wazome 
Born: 1986, Mombasa 

I wish to submit a complaint concerning illegal deportation against me. 

I had previously made an application for a temporary and a permanent residency permit at  Monchengladbach Immigration and invited for an interview on the 04.10.2022 at 09:00hrs. I was  then detained by ten police officers and put on hand and feet cuffs. I asked if they received my  previous applications, and they went to print it out (see attached documents: Vorlaufiger Aufenthalt  14.09.2022 and Application Ausländeramt 03.10.2022). 

Please note that previous applications to Stadt Augsburg addressed to Frau Farber in-charge of my file, were never answered. I also informed Frau Winterstein (Team Leader) and Frau Pilz was previous in-charge of my file. Importantly, they were fully informed of my health and student status in an application a Duldung following para. 60 AufenthG application dated 12.03.2022. I wrote the  application and later faxed it the reminder from Klinikum Hanau – where I was receiving treatment.  The application was sent also to Stadt Hanau – Ausländerbehörde (Frau Pullman), since I was living a registered at Hanau before going to Monchengladbach. She confirmed via E-mail, that all  applications AND all related documents were sent to Augsburg to in specific to Frau Farber (See attached document: Meldebescheinigung).  

The application was accompanied by a doctor’s attestation, detailing the medication I was taking,  sickness and the kind of treatment in the CD.10 standards (See attached document: Attest, Duldung  Application 23.05.2022). 

At the Ausländeramt Monchengladbach, I informed the immigration officers that my applications  were pending. Following para. 81 Abs.3 AufenthG I was entitled to a reply. 

I also informed them that I had pending criminal cases at Monchengladbach Police, where I was the  victim and witness following para. 60a Abs.2 AufenthG, the deportation process should be stopped. I  also told the immigration officers and the police that was a student and under medication. I insisted  that Stadt Augsburg had previously violated my Aufenthalt rights. They kept my passport since 2017  and never gave me any sort of identification. A violation of para. 55 AufenthV. 

I was later arraigned in court for a hearing in the detention case, where I immediately objected. I  told the court that I am against the decision to be held in detention as I always availed myself to the  Authorities whenever needed. The authorities had my email, telephone number and knew where I  was sleeping as I had already informed them. In fact, I am the one who made the Aufenthalt  applications and ask for an appointment through email. I also informed the court that I was under  regular medication. The doctor in the court hearing confirmed the medication I was using but I did  not have all the names in mind. The court then gave me 30 days (1 MONTH) to do a formal appeal against the decision. Afterwards taken to Darmstadt Deportation facility, where I was held for 21 

days. My lawyer – Mr. Fahlbusch also made a formal appeal against deportation, application for my  release from detention and a transfer and review of my residence file. 

At Darmstadt Deportation facility, I was attended by two doctors on several occasions.  

The first doctors made several tests and prescribed more medication – for the palpitation, pressure, and hypertension. I also increased the mirtazapine dosage to 7.5 – 15mg. Also, my blood pressure  was extremely high. The dosage helped me also with the irregular heartbeat. 

A few days before deportation I was examined by another doctor who increased the blood pressure  medication. She also recommended that I should be brought back on the following Friday for more  test and blood pressure check, which I was not. I was deported on Thursday! 

In the deportation facility, I had asked for the social worker who help me to apply for spedition and  formally submitted a Duldung application following para. 60a Abs.2 AufenthG and a copy of the  details of the four criminal cases (3 together, and 1 Separate) where I was the victim and witness.  The details included the case numbers registered at Monchengladbach Polizeipraesidium (see  attached document: Kriminal-falle). The cases are still pending! 

Since I was leaving in Monchengladbach for about 5-6 months OR the town where the deportation  facility is located, is responsible for me following para. 14 Abs.4 ZustAVO. 

On the 25.10.2022, I was forced to take only the corona-test then put on handcuffs from Darmstadt  deportation centre to Aschaffenburg then to Leipzig Airport. Previously I informed officers at the  deportation facility who took me to the doctor’s office, including Herr. Kraemer – Team leader, that I  have made an appeal against my release and the deportation case, and my lawyer was also following  it. (See attached document: Beschwerde) 

I also asked several times for a chance to speak to my lawyer so that he can confirm to them. I was  denied the opportunity. And was told that it did not matter. I also showed them the documentation  concerning the open criminal-cases where I am a victim and a witness, but he told me that it does  not matter, I was going to be transported. The drivers who who transported me to Aschaffenburg  also were surprised that I was not accorded the chance to make a phone call to my lawyer. All this  conversation happened at the car park, right in-front for the gate. I showed them the documentation  at the same point, where there were also security cameras at the gate. 

The transportation officers then told me I would take me to Aschaffenburg where, I would give a  chance to make the phone call. On arrival, I met police officers: Herr. Schuss and Hoenig. I went  briefly in the toilet, as they watched, and was informed the journey would take about 4-5 hours.  

Again, I pleaded with officers: Herr. Schuss and Hoenig that I desperately needed to call my lawyer.  They refused!

I was then hurriedly put on the van while still on handcuffs and transported to Leipzig Airport. After  a long drive we arrived at around 9-10 pm. I also requested to go to the toilet. I was told that when  we go in the clearing hall, I would get go to the toilet. I then asked for a phone call. They still  refused! While in the car, I informed the officers that that I had all documentation to prove that my  appeal was open, and the deportation process is illegal. They told me that they heard me, but I  would not change anything!  

We stayed at the car for about two extra hours. I then asked Mr. Schuss if he could open the van  windows because there was no sufficient air. We drove all the way for hours with closed windows.  Once again, I if I could go to the toilet, I was told I could take a piss at a nearby tree while I was in  cuffs. They watched me as a took the piss. I felt very humiliated. 

I was then taken back to the van and informed them again that my rights were being violated as I  have the deportation appeal open. I also informed them of the open criminal cases where I was the  victim and quoted para. 60a Abs.2 AufenthG. I informed them of the open residency permit applications which was a violation para. 81 Abs. 3 AufenthG. I also told Herr. Schuss and Hoenig that  as police officers they should know that is a violation of para. 60 AufenthG, para. 339 StGB and 344  StGB. Herr. Schuss replied that nothing will change and that I should keep quiet.  

I then struggled to open the windows myself and get some fresh air as we remained parked. 

About 12 am, we drove inside to Leipzig Halle where they checked in as I was left in the van. I called  aloud and asked if I could speak to someone who was going to address my case. There were a lot of officers outside who heard me while I was yelling the illegality of the process. I could see them  making fun of me! 

A few minutes later, I was let out of the van for processing. I was taking inside the hall where I met  the team leader of the deportation process, who informed me that they were also Federal police. I  told him all that that I had told officers: Schuss and Hoenig – that I had made an appeal against the  deportation process, the open criminal cases and the answered Duldung application and the pending  

residency case at Amtsgericht Monchengladbach. Moreover, I request for protection since my rights  were violated. I also told him that I wanted to make an official complaint as a statement against  what had happened. He refused to take my statement. 

I was later taken to a separate chamber to be searched while the doctor made some examinations.  He looked at my eyes, ears, nose and mouth and my rear-opening. He checked my feet, and the  medical examination was complete. I informed him that I was under medication and in regular use  of them. Shortly afterwards, I was put in handcuffs and taken to a separate chamber where I met  officer: Heine, Nick, and another medical assistant. The medic asked me what medication I take  regularly. I gave him the following names: 

• Mirtazapine 15mg for depression 
• Sertraline for depression and sleeping problems. It also helps with trauma “PTSD” ✓ Clandestine for hypertension  
• And two others for blood pressure and irregular palpitation for the heart. 

Some of these medicines were recommended by the doctors at Darmstadt deportation facility as my  health was getting worse within the 21 days that I was held.

I also told them that I had a pending application following para. 60 Abs.7 AufenthG because of my  previous suicide attempt. They immediately put me in a special kind of handcuffs that is belted and  restricted almost every move I could make with my hands. 

Soon I was put back in the van on handcuffs and escorted to the plane. I asked them where they  were taking me and was told to Nairobi. I repeated that I had no address in Kenya since I was more  that 10 years not in Kenya there and I do not know why they were taking me to Nairobi as I also do  not have any contacts there. I was born and raised in Mombasa. 

Inside the airline, I shouted that my rights were being violated and I was being kidnapped! 

There were observers, a monitor, and other escorts who I called out too for help too. The officers:  Oliver, Nick and Heine told me to shut up, because it will be a long flight and it will change nothing! 

I also called out the team-leader of the deportation escorts, who seemed agitated, told me the same thing. To keep quiet! I felt so threatened. I told them I am talking out my heart, but everyone will  hear what I have to say because I am being violated. I did this in the hope that someone would act. 

I remember that at some point I felt terribly ill. I vomited several times. 

I felt my heart race so fast and blood pressure high. I was given a bag to vomit, and a doctor was  called – the same doctor who examined my body at the Leipzig Halle. I told him that I have my  medication that I regularly take. He told me that he did not have the medication but could only help  by giving something to calm me down. I feared taking anything that my doctor had not  recommended to me. So, I declined and asked for some orange juice and an apple.  

We then flew all the way to Nairobi, still restricted in cuffs. 

I also saw another lady who was sick. She threw up and fainted in the plane. The medical team  addressed her and gave her first aid. 

Shortly before arrival, I asked officer Nick, Oliver, and Heine that I wish to write a statement since  they took notes on the deportation protocol. He wrote a few items that I said: that I had an open  deportation appeal case, the answered Duldung application following para. 60 (deportation stop),  

the unheard criminal cases where I was the victim and that I had given a list of depression and other  illnesses medication that I was taking. Office Heine, who was in-charge of my file, then stopped  writing and told me that he was going shortly to the toilet. I asked officer Oliver and Nick to continue  taking my statement, but they refused! 

When officer Heine was back, I asked him to write that I asked for protection under humanitarian  rights. He refused to record my statement. I pleaded to no avail.  

We then arrived in Nairobi at around 10-11 o’clock in the morning.  

I was informed that they were going to remove the handcuffs and alight from the plane. I was  surprised at the hypocrisy. I asked them why I had to board with handcuffs on and when we arrive in  Kenya, they hurriedly want to remove them. The team leader told me that I must come out of the  plane. I told him that you have brought me to a city that I was not born. Secondly, I had no address  in Kenya. He informed me that the Kenya police would have to be informed. I obliged. 

Soon, two Kenya police officers from the Airport one called Leonard Kibet came in the plane. 

I explained to them that I was deported illegally as my appeal was still open and that I was not  feeling well. I also told them what they German police escorts did and wanted to remove the 

handcuffs when we arrived. The officers asked me to be released and told me I should not worry  they were going to oversee the matter afterwards.  

Officers Heine and Nick removed the handcuffs and then I was escorted out to a transportation bus  nearby and headed towards a check-in center. 

I still felt terribly ill. My blood pressure was high and felt my heart racing. I informed the authorities  that I am a sick and have my medication which I took regularly. The German doctor was asked if he  knew and said that he could do nothing since he did not have any of my medications. 

The immigration officers then shortly interrogated us. I told them that my deportation was illegal  and other irregularities what happened. In addition, I told them that I do not have an address in  Kenya since I was so long not there and do not have contacts in Nairobi as I was born and raised in  Mombasa. I also told them that I was sick. One of the officers later asked Mr. Heine if he had my  medication. Officer Heine the said that the medications are in my bag. I told the immigration office that he was lying as I was not given any of my medication from the Deportation facility. He was then allowed to check-in, and I was left wondering what to do.  

I talked to one of the immigration officers, who was also a police officer about the way forward. 

He advised to go to the German Embassy and show them the documentation as evidence including  the deportation appeal letter from my lawyer as proof of illegality in the deportation. 

I also managed to trace a long-time friend who assisted me to get somewhere to stay for a few days. 

Till today, I have no medical cover, struggling with my health condition and missing out on my studies after securing a three-year scholarship at a Bible College.

Laut Augenzeuginnen waren einige der jetzt abgeschobenen Personen bereits seit mehreren Jahren in Deutschland, viele befanden sich im laufenden Asylverfahren!

Zeuginnen berichten, dass einige der abgeschobenen Menschen sich im Ausbildungsprozess befanden, andere hatten eine Arbeitserlaubnis und gingen der Erwerbstätigkeit in Deutschland nach. Eine Frau war im Prozess der Eheschließung mit ihrem langjährigen Partner. 

Laut unseren Berichten haben viele der Abgeschobenen keinen Abschiebebescheid erhalten. (Entgegen einer Stellungnahme der kenianischen Botschaft.) Einige hatten zwar vor der Covidpandemie einen Abschiebebescheid erhalten, die Abschiebung wurde ohne weitere Bekanntgabe erst jetzt, Jahre später, vollzogen, obwohl sich die persönliche Situation der Betroffenen mittlerweile stark geändert hatte. Sie alle wurden plötzlich aus dem Alltag gerissen – einige frühmorgens aus ihrem Zimmer in der Unterkunft, andere waren auf dem Weg zur Arbeit, andere waren zu einem Termin bei der Ausländerbehörde erschienen, um ihren Aufenthaltsstatus zu verlängern. Die Menschen wurden so abgeschoben, wie sie vorgefunden wurden. Es wurde ihnen keine Möglichkeit gegeben, persönliche Sachen zu packen – nicht einmal lebenswichtige Medikamente.

Es wurde uns von Betroffenen berichtet, dass während der stundenlangen Abschiebung keine medizinische Versorgung vorhanden war, außerdem wurde ihnen die Kontaktaufnahme zu Anwält*innen und Angehörigen verweigert, einige der Abgeschobenen wurden laut Berichten stundenlang in Handschellen gehalten.

Nähere Informationen zu dieser Abschiebung und Berichte von Zeuginnen finden Sie auf unserer Website: iwspace.de/lager-reports

Wir stellen fest, dass  – unter Ausschluss der Öffentlichkeit und im Schatten der Willkommenskultur gegenüber geflüchteten Menschen aus der Ukraine – Abschiebungen in andere Länder kontinuierlich verschärft werden, in den letzten Tagen fanden ebenfalls Abschiebungen nach Ghana, Moldawien und Georgien statt.

Bundesweit ist die Lage in den Unterkünften für Geflüchtete sehr angespannt – nicht nur in der kenianischen Community: Die Verunsicherung und Angst ist groß, dass jeder und jede einzelne von der nächsten Abschiebung betroffen werden kann – egal mit welchem Aufenthaltsstatus, welchen Einreise-, Ausbildungs- und Erwerbsbedingungen.

Diese Abschiebepraxis ist menschenunwürdig und gesetzeswidrig!

Helfen Sie uns das Schweigen zu durchbrechen und die Öffentlichkeit zu informieren!

Recherchieren Sie, nehmen Sie zu uns Kontakt auf und berichten Sie in Ihren Medien!

Break Isolation, stop deportation!

Die Break Isolation Group von International Women*Space

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Press release: Inhumane mass deportation to Kenya in October!

On the night of 25/26 October, a mass deportation to Nairobi, Kenya took place, where deportees were picked from different Lagers and gathered in Leipzig(a possible Deportation center) in the early hours of the morning. They were deported to Nairobi on an Iberojet flight – against their will and without notice. This is just one of the many deportations happening including to Gambia, Senegal, Ghana, Monrovia, Pakistan, Georgia, Serbia, Albania, Bulgaria and other parts of Eastern Europe. According to eyewitnesses, some of the deportees had been in Germany for several years and many were still in the ongoing asylum-process!

Information reaching us is that some of the deportees were in the process of doing an Ausbildung, others had a work permit and were pursuing gainful employment in Germany, while others were in the process of building families/marriages with their long term partners.

According to our reports, not all of the deportees had received a deportation notice. Some had received a deportation order before the covid pandemic, but the deportation was only carried out now, years later, without further announcement, although the personal situation of the persons concerned had changed considerably in the meantime.They were all suddenly torn from their daily lives – some early in the morning from their room in the accommodation, others were on their way to work, others had turned up for an appointment at the Ausländerbehörde to extend their residence status. People were deported as they were found. They were not given the opportunity to pack personal belongings – not even essential medicines.

We were told by those affected that no medical care was available during the hours-long deportation, especially for persons with chronic illnesses on long-term, life-saving medication. Deportees were also denied contact with lawyers and relatives, and some of them were reportedly held in handcuffs for hours. 

It is reported that all the phones belonging to deportees were forcefully confiscated by the police at the Ausländerbehörde, and only returned to them upon arrival in their countries of origin. This was a blatant violation of their basic human rights on many levels, including the forceful deportation of people to lands from which they fled in a bid to seek humanitarian protection.

More information on this deportation and reports from witnesses can be found on our website: iwspace.de/lager-reports.

We note that – under exclusion of the public and in the shadow of the welcoming culture towards refugees from Ukraine – deportations to other countries are continuously intensified.

The situation in the shelters is dire and tense, with an alarming increase in both new and existing mental health illnesses including depression, anxiety and post traumatic stress disorder(PTSD). The uncertainty and fear is great, everyone is affected by every deportation carried out by The German State – no matter with which residence status, which entry, education and employment conditions.

This deportation practice is inhumane and against the law!

Calling all media: Help us to break the silence and inform the public! Do your research, contact us and report in your media!

Break isolation, stop deportation!

The Break Isolation Group of International Women*Space

Titel: Abschiebung ist wie sterben / Deportation is like dying
Dauer: 22 min
Synopsis: alone she resisted twice her deportation. A conversation between Doris and Jennifer about being a refugee woman, resisting deportation and everyday racism.
Alleine wehrte sie sich gegen zwei Abschiebungen. Ein Gespräch zwischen Doris und Jennifer über die Erfahrung eine geflüchtete Frau zu sein, über den Widerstand gegen die Abschiebung und alttäglichen Rassismus.

On the 7th of September, 2016, around 4 o’clock in the morning, in a Heim in Hennigsdorf, Doris was again compelled out of her room, violently pushed in to a police car and taken to the airport in one more forced deportation attempt. They didn’t succeed because the pilot refused to take in a woman in such a distress. They came as they do: in many, violently pushing, humiliating, handcuffing as if the woman was a dangerous criminal.
More here: https://iwspace.wordpress.com/2016/09/21/hennigsdorf-they-tried-to-deport-her-again/

Last Thursday, the 30th of July, as I went to the Foreign Office/Ausländerbehörde to renew my Identity Card/Ausweis, they told me there was a bomb threat in the building and that they couldn’t work on my papers, that I should come back the next day, on Friday, at 8 o’clock in the morning, but on Friday, at around 3 o’clock in the morning, they came to deport me. I was praying in my room in the Heim when I heard a very strong knock on my door. I opened it and saw two police women standing there. Together with them was the boy from the Ausländerbehörde, the same boy who had told me to go back on Friday to renew my Ausweis. This boy is a wicked boy.

The first words which came out from his mouth were: “give me your Ausweis”. I gave him and he said: “this time you are going to Cameroon.”

The police women, who until now, had only stood there, asked if they could help me packing my things. I said no because I was not going to pack anything. They wanted me to get dressed and I asked them to wait outside the room so I could put on my clothes, but they didn’t accepted it and suggested I get changed in the toilet. They followed me to the toilet and watched over at the door until I was ready. I went back to my room and they followed me inside.

The boy stayed always in the corridor. His name is Herr Schley. He is around 30 years old and very wicked, a very bad person. There is also a girl in this Ausländerbehörde, Frau Donov. They are the ones responsible for renewing my Ausweis. They are both wicked. I can tell when I see wicked people.

I went to my room followed by the police women. I took my bag and packed it with my Bible. My Bible is like my child. I sleep with my Bible, I am always with it. I also packed the dress I wear for praying and went out, locking the door behind me. And then I heard the wicked boy saying: Tschüß, as he took the key from me. He now had my Ausweis and my Key.

There was a car outside. The boy got in and sat next to the driver, who had been waiting there. I sat on the back seat in the middle of the two police women, like someone who had committed a crime. I was being taken to the airport and on the way they were laughing and speaking amongst themselves in german. I could understand a little bit, they were laughing at me. What came out from my mouth was to cry. I cried to God, I said “God, in my heart, I don’t know what to do, I can’t understand what is going on”. When I stopped crying I got my Bible from my bag and opened on the story of Job. I bended over my body and cried a little more. The others in the car couldn’t look straight to my face because they felt ashamed.

When we reached the airport, we had to wait because the airport was still closed. The time was around 3:30 in the morning. It didn’t take us long from the Heim to the Tegel airport.

They parked the car in front of the main doors and the driver, the wicked boy and one of the police women went outside to have fresh air. I was left in the car with the other police woman, who was making sure I couldn’t run away. I was feeling really tired, but I asked them if I could also go outside for a bit of fresh air. They said no. It was as if I was in a prison, as if I had killed someone. That was what was going through my head.

I stayed in the car until 4 o’clock in the morning and, during this time, they never gave me anything to eat or to drink and they were still laughing at me.

When the airport opened, they escorted me inside. Only the driver stayed behind.

As I was going through the security check-in and was asked to give my bag and my jacket, I decided to start removing all my clothes. I told them: you people want to see something? I will show you! And I begun to strip off everything I was wearing. They stopped me before I could take off my tights and the tiny blouse I was wearing underneath my blouse. I begun to cry and to roll on the floor and at the same time I was shouting and telling them I was going to kill myself.

A big police man from the airport had pity on me and approached. He held me, picked up my clothes from the floor and tried to make me wear them back on, but I told him that if I was going to die I didn’t need any of those clothes, they couldn’t help me anymore. This man took me to a separate room, he offered me a chair to sit, which I refused. I sat on the floor, because sitting on a chair could not help me either. Then he started asking me some questions like how long had I been in Germany, if I had arrived 6 or 3 months ago. I told him I have been here for almost 6 years. The man bent over his head, took some paper, wrote something on it and gave it to police. He told me: in four days time you will be sent back to Cameroon.

The police, the boy, those who had watched everything I did, now had to take me back to the Heim. The man gave them the paper and they had to collect all my things from the floor and drive me back to the Heim. I was semi naked in the car. I refused to dress up. This time, I sat alone in the back and they were no longer talking to each other or laughing, they were all quiet, all of them. They kept silent all the way back.

When we arrived in Hennigsdorf, they opened the door and I went outside the car, they gave me my bag and my clothes. I thought those things had stayed in the airport, but they had brought them back. The wicked boy gave me my keys back as well as my Ausweis. He didn’t say a word to me. He was not feeling well.

Yesterday, Tuesday, I went to the Ausländerbehörde and saw him. He saw me, but he couldn’t look at my face. He was looking down, ashamed.

When I went there I was prepared to die. I’ve already told them I am capable of killing myself. I was there to renew my Ausweis and the boy ran away. In his place came the other wicked woman. I was angry and I didn’t want to look them straight on their faces, so when they finished with it, they called me and returned my Ausweis, telling me to come back on the 14th, next week.

As I walked away from this place, I started thinking of this sister. When I got home, I saw I had a missed call on my phone. I couldn’t recognize the number, but I thought, let me check who was it and I called back. It was the sister I was thinking of and she told me she was in the Heim. I told her I was just thinking of her. She asked me where I was and I told her I was in my room. She said she wanted to come over because people have told her what had happened to me. And so she did and after I explained everything to her, she begun giving me a bit of counseling, some advices, because I didn’t know what to do. She told me I must not sleep in the Heim at least for sometime. She contacted you, she called this woman who spoke in french with me and we made an appointment for today at 11h. Finally I got myself a lawyer. Until now I didn’t have a good lawyer. I had one, to who I went on Friday, after all this happened. I went to see her and she didn’t even greet me, as If I am nothing. And I am there with this type of problem. Anytime I went there she said she was going to do something she never did, she was always lying. I payed her, almost 500 Euro already. I gave her documents from Africa and it was never enough, she kept asking me for more documents, but I said to her: these things cost money and I can not keep bringing documents. Try and work with these you have. In the end I am trying to tell you, only God can help me. God touched you and you are a good person, but humans can not help me. It is God who helps me.

So that is the end of my story. The whole day I was working to find a lawyer. Thanks that you are helping to write for me. Thank you and may god bless you.

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Die Abschiebung, die niemals statt fand

Letzten Donnerstag, dem 30. Juli, wurde mir, als ich in die Ausländerbehörde gegangen bin, um meinen Ausweis zu verlängern, gesagt, dass es einen Bombenalarm gab und dass sie meine Papiere nicht bearbeiten könnten und dass ich am nächsten Freitag wieder kommen solle, am Freitag um 8 Uhr morgens. Aber am Freitag, ungefähr um 3 Uhr morgens, kamen sie, um mich abzuschieben. Ich war in meinem Zimmer im Heim und habe gebetet, als ich ein sehr lautes Klopfen an meiner Tür hörte. Ich habe geöffnet und sah dort 2 Polizisten stehen. Zusammen mit ihnen war der Typ von der Ausländerbehörde, der selbe Typ, der mir gesagt hatte, dass ich am Freitag wieder kommen solle, um meinen Ausweis zu verlängern. Dieser Typ ist ein böser Mann.

Das erste, was aus seinem Mund kam, war: “Gib mir deinen Ausweis”. Ich habe ihn ihm gegeben und er sagt: “Dieses Mal gehst du nach Kamerun.”

Die Polizistin, die bis dahin nur da gestanden hatte, fragte, ob sie mir helfen sollten, meine Sachen zu packen. Ich habe Nein gesagt, weil ich nichts packen wollte. Sie wollten, dass ich mich anziehe und ich habe sie gebeten, draußen zu warten, damit ich meine Kleidung anziehen konnte, aber sie haben das nicht akzeptiert und vorgeschlagen, dass ich mich im Badezimmer umziehen könnte. Sie sind mir ins Badzimmer gefolgt und haben die Tür bewacht bis ich fertig war. Ich ging zurück in mein Zimmer und sie sind mir hinein gefolgt.

Der Typ stand die ganze Zeit im Flur. Sein Name ist Herr Schley. Er ist ungefähr 30 Jahre alt und sehr böse, eine sehr schlechte Person. Es gibt auch eine Frau in der Ausländerbehörde, Frau Donov. Sie sind diejenigen, die für die Verlängerung von meinem Ausweis verantwortlich sind. Sie sind beide böse. Ich kann sagen, wenn ich böse Leute sehe.

Ich bin, gefolgt von der Polizistin, in mein Zimmer gegangen. Ich habe meine Tasche genommen und meine Bibel eingepackt. Meine Bibel ist wie mein Kind. Ich schlafe mit meiner Bibel, ich habe sie immer bei mir. Ich habe auch das Kleid eingepackt, dass ich zum beten trage, und ich bin raus gegangen, habe die Tür hinter mir geschlossen. Und dann habe ich den bösen Typ sagen gehört: Tschüss, und er hat mir den Schlüssel abgenommen. Jetzt hatte er meinen Ausweis und meinen Schlüssel.

Draußen war ein Auto. Der Typ ist eingestiegen und hat sich neben den Fahrer gesetzt, der dort gewartet hatte. Ich saß hinten in der Mitte zwischen zwei Polizistinnen, wie eine, die ein Verbrechen begangen hat. Ich wurde zum Flughafen gebracht und auf dem Weg dort hin haben sie gelacht und untereinander auf deutsch geredet. Ich konnte ein bisschen was verstehen, sie haben über mich gelacht. Was aus meinem Mund kam war Klagen. Ich habe Gott angeklagt, ich sagte: “Gott, in meinen Herzen, ich weiß nicht was ich machen soll, ich kann nicht verstehen, was passiert.” Als ich aufgehört hatte zu weinen, habe ich meine Bibel aus meiner Tasche geholt und sie bei der Geschichte von Job geöffnet. Ich habe mich nach vorne gelehnt und ein bisschen mehr geweint. Die anderen im Auto konnten mir nicht direkt ins Gesicht sehen, weil sie sich schämten.

Als wir am Flughafen ankamen, mussten wir warten, weil der Flughafen noch geschlossen war. Es war ungefähr 3.30 Uhr morgens. Es hat nicht lange gedauert vom Heim zum Flughafen Tegel. Sie haben das Auto vor dem Haupteingang geparkt und der Fahrer, der böse Typ und eine der Polizistinnen sind ausgestiegen, um frische Luft zu schnappen. Ich blieb im Auto gemeinsam mit der anderen Polizistin, die aufpasste, dass ich nicht wegrennen konnte. Ich fühlte mich sehr müde, aber ich fragte sie, ob ich auch ein bisschen nach draußen konnte, um frische Luft zu schnappen. Sie sagten nein. Es war, als ob ich im Gefängnis wäre, als ob ich jemanden getötet hätte. Das ging mir da durch den Kopf.

Ich blieb bis 4 Uhr morgens im Auto und während dieser Zeit haben sie mir nichts zu trinken oder zu essen gegeben und sie haben immer noch über mich gelacht.

Als der Flughafen geöffnet hat, haben sie mich nach drinnen eskortiert. Nur der Fahrer blieb draußen.

Als ich durch den Security-Check musste und gebeten wurde, meine Tasche und meine Jacke abzugeben, habe ich entschieden, dass ich anfange, alle meine Kleidung auszuziehen. Ich habe ihnen gesagt: Ihr Leute wollt was sehe? Ich werde euch was zeigen! Und ich habe angefangen, alles auszuziehen, was ich anhatte. Sie haben mich gestoppt, bevor ich meine Strumpfhose und die kleine Bluse, die ich unter meiner Bluse trug, ausziehen konnte. Ich habe angefangen zu weinen und auf dem Boden hin und her zu rollen und gleichzeitig zu schreien und ihnen zu sagen, dass ich mich umbringen würde.

Ein großer Polizist vom Flughafen hatte Mitleid mit mir und näherte sich. Er hat mich festgehalten, meine Kleidung vom Boden aufgehoben und versucht, dass ich sie wieder anziehe, aber ich habe ihm gesagt, dass ich keines dieser Kleidungstücke brauchen würde, wenn ich sterbe, sie konnten mir nicht mehr helfen. Dieser Mann hat mich in einen separeten Raum gebracht, er hat mir einen Stuhl zum Sitzen angeboten, was ich ablehnte. Ich habe mich auf den Boden gesetzt, weil mir auf einem Stuhl zu sitzen auch nicht helfen würde. Dann hat er angefangen, mir Fragen zu stellen, so wie seit wann ich in Deutschland war, ob ich vor 6 oder vor 3 Monaten angekommen bin. Ich habe ihm gesagt, dass ich seit fast 6 Jahren hier bin. Der Mann hat seinen Kopf vorgebeugt, hat ein paar Papiere genommen, was darauf geschrieben und es der Polizei gegeben. Er hat mir gesagt: In 4 Tagen wirst du nach Kamerun geschickt werden.

Die Polizei, der Typ, die alles was ich getan hatte, beobachtet hatten, mussten mich jetzt zurück zum Heim bringen. Der Mann gab ihnen das Papier und sie mussten meine Sachen vom Boden aufsammeln und mich zurück zum Heim fahren. Ich war halbnackt im Auto. Ich habe mich geweigert, mich anzuziehen. Dieses Mal saß ich alleine hinten und sie haben nicht mehr miteinander geredet oder gelacht, sie waren still, sie alle. Sie blieben den ganzen Rückweg still.

Als wir in Henningsdorf ankamen, haben sie die Tür geöffnet und ich bin aus dem Auto ausgestiegen, sie haben mir meine Tasche und meine Kleidung gegeben. Ich hatte gedacht, dass diese Sachen am Flughafen geblieben wären, aber sie haben sie mit zurück gebracht. Der böse Typ hat mir meine Schlüssel und den Ausweis wieder gegeben. Er hat kein Wort zu mir gesagt. Er fühlte sich nicht wohl.

Gestern, am Dienstag, bin ich zur Ausländerbehörde gegangen und ich habe ihn gesehen. Er hat mich gesehen, aber er konnte mir nicht ins Gesicht schauen. Er hat nach unten geschaut, beschämt.

Als ich hinging, war ich darauf vorbereitet zu sterben. Ich hatte ihnen schon gesagt, dass ich bereit war, mich umzubringen. Ich war da, um meinen Ausweis zu verlängern, und der Typ ist abgehauen. An seiner Stelle kam die böse Frau. Ich war wütend und ich wollte ihnen nicht ins Gesicht schauen, als sie fertig waren, haben sie mich gerufen, mir meinen Ausweis wieder gegeben und mir gesagt, dass ich am 14ten wieder kommen sollte, nächste Woche.

Als ich von dem Ort wegging, habe ich angefangen über diese eine Schwester nachzudenken. Als ich zuhause ankam, sah ich, dass ich einen verpassten Anruf auf meinem Telefon hatte. Ich kannte die Nummer nicht, aber ich dachte, lass mich mal sehen, wer das ist, und ich habe zurückgerufen. Es war die Schwester, an die ich gedacht hatte, und sie hat mir gesagt, dass sie im Heim war. Ich habe ihr gesagt, dass ich grade an sie gedacht hatte. Sie hat mich gefragt, wo ich bin, und ich habe ihr gesagt, das ich meinem Zimmer bin. Sie sagte, dass sie kommen wollte, weil die Leute ihr erzählt hatten, was mit mir passiert ist. Und das hat sie getan und ich habe ihr erzählt, was mir passiert ist. Während ich ihr erzählte, hat sie anfangen, mich ein bisschen zu beraten, ein paar Ratschläge, weil ich nicht wusste, was ich machen sollte. Sie hat mir gesagt, dass ich nicht im Heim schlafen sollte, zumindest für eine Zeit. Sie hat euch kontaktiert, sie hat diese Frau angerufen, die auf französisch mit mir gesprochen hat, und wir sind heute um 11 Uhr zu einem Termin gegangen. Endlich habe ich einen Anwalt. Bis jetzt hatte ich nie einen guten Anwalt. Ich hatte eine, zu der ich am Freitag bin, nach dem all das passiert ist. Ich bin zu ihr und sie hat mich nicht mal begrüßt, als ob ich nichts wäre. Und ich bin da mit dieser Art von Problem. Jedes Mal, wenn ich zu ihr bin, hatte sie gesagt, sie würde etwas tun, was sie nie getan hat, sie hat immer gelogen. Ich habe sie bezahlt, schon fast 500 €. Ich habe ihr meine Dokumente aus Afrika gegeben und es war nie genug, sie hat immer weiter nach Dokumenten gefragt, aber ich habe zu ihr gesagt: diese Sachen kosten Geld und ich kann nicht ständig Dokumente bringen. Versuch es und arbeite mit denen, die du hast. Letztendlich versuche ich dir zu sagen, dass nur Gott mir helfen kann. Gott berührt dich und du bist eine gute Person, aber Menschen können mir nicht helfen. Es ist Gott, der mir hilft.

Das ist das Ende meiner Geschichte. Den ganzen Tag habe gearbeitet, um einen Anwalt zu finden. Danke, dass du mir hilfst, das zu schreiben. Danke und Gott segne dich.