Going crazy

Allulah, 34, lives along the railway in Athens. He fled Ethiopia many years ago.

It is almost ten years now that I try to get a better life.

In the beginning it was okay: I could earn some money now and then, I lived in a proper house, I had friends. But things got bad. The economy went down and there was no work anymore for people like me. I am homeless now. I sleep in a hut and I look for food in garbage bins.

The thing that worries me most is that I am going crazy. I started talking to myself, like if I was somebody else. And sometimes I press myself deep into the the earth, asking for relief, asking to be swallowed…

There will be no better life for me. I know that now. Only death is ahead.