My journey to Finland from Somalia lasted five months. It was a very long and dangerous journey, and I would never do it again.
My journey began in February 2015 from Mogadishu Airpot from where I flew to Sudan’s capital city Khartum. Fourteen days later I was in Tripoli, Lybia’s capital, after having crossed the Sahara Desert.
Source: Otavan Sanomat.
Tripoli wasn’t a nice looking city, and there wasn’t any food for us there. We waited two and a half months before I got a place on a vessel that would take us to Italy.
There were about 500 people on the ship. We left in the morning, and the first evening the engine broke down, and water started to enter the vessel. We were adrift for three days in the middle of the Mediterranean before they rescued us. We were lucky, the battery of the ship’s telephone was dead, and we could not call for help. It was a grueling journey, and I remember it well. On the vessel there were children, pregnant women just like men of different ages; about 20 of us dies. Three days on the boat was too long for some and if you didn’t remain standing people would stand on top of you.
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