in my street loitering is prohibited

i love this one
nearly all dairy products in malta are
imported from Denmark or Germany

cows on german alps
speaking arabic














the maltese cross
everywhere















undertaker
coffin maker

end of june

too many changes

i´m currently dealing with the resettlement of about 100 migrants with protection to France
to tell those who have not been chosen to go "sorry, you are not on list" is extremely frustrating

have not met a single migrant who planned to come to Malta nor wants to stay here
most heard: "here i have safety, but I have no life"
so many young people, just spending the years in Libyan prisons or maltese detention, bodies wearing off by no adequate medical care, minds get crazy by just waiting, waiting for better times

"My girl friend bought me a pair of shoes...
This shoe has been used to cross Ivory Coast, Mali, Algeria, Lybia.
In the desert the police did not catch me, but i lost my shoes while i was running"
(comment under a painted picture from a shoe, drawing project initiated by MSF)

and i have the priviledge of learning so much here.
no easy solutions nor answers

i have been on a very good seminar about the current political discourse to externalise asylum procedures, eg. with the proposal to set up asylumseeking centres in Libya
the main transit country for migrants coming to Italy and Malta

problem: Libya has not signed the geneva convention, the UNHCR office there has no power
people are getting detained for just being migrants and tell horrible stories about it.
Libya at least in terms of Migrants seems to give a shit about human rights.
But yeah the EU pays money to Libya to get better in control of the immense trafficking in human beings going on.
It´s a big money machine

and Malta and Italy keep on breaking the international rule of non-refoulement
meaning sending boats back to libya without checking the asylum claims

it´s just disgusting, but i´m slowly not even shocked anymore

anyway its good to do something productive and hopefully being able to make a difference
happens so quickly that one does not see anymore the beauty while going to work in the morning
it is a beautiful place here, despite all the sick conditions and stories
and it´s good to be in contact with people being comitted to work for something better

strange days

last week i had an awesome evening with all my colleagues at ones flat,
seaview, great food, nice company, real holiday feeling
next day we got to know one of the people we care for died
after a bouncer at a nightclub punched him and made him fall
his skull broke

at the weekend my spanish flatmate and I visited some smaller villages
and hang out at some cliffs, it was very beautiful
in the evening I have been at an antiracist demonstration following the death of Suleiman

it´s disgusting to read all these comments in the online newspapers whenever the topic of migration turns up
Dublin II makes it easy for the states not being at the border
pointing fingers and not taking responsibility is also easy

Today i drove with the my colleague on the scooter over half the island
visiting different centres for the non-european migrants
in front of one centre there a huge old poster from the state employment agency
that used to be there "Do you want to live and work in Europe?"
inside people living in containers and tents 8-10 in each being hold from going to Europe

I have also been in detention camps
people here are kept up to 18 months in detention after arrival
the prisons in germany look better

40 people in a room or more
sometimes in tents
the outside area looks like birdcages
nobody has cared for some sunprotection

in the offices the military guards
and the stickers claiming
"God is love" and "God is merciful"
and outside all the trees are flurishing like crazy

buzz the bus

the buses here are love and hate together
they are beautifully painted, everything personal
with the icons of jesus and maria inside and the playboybunnies
and sticker saying "Love is GOD is love"
the door is always open, which sometimes leaves you in the fear of loosing your bag
considering the driving style some drivers here have...















sometimes the breaks are squeeking and and it takes quite a while until the bus stops...
lately i entered the bus, morning-
sleepy and there was just some loud baile-funk playing, yep. then its early a love story

also
we finally also kind of finished deep cleaning our flat, which i assume hasn´t been done for a long long time. Washing carpets, curtains, pillowcovers, rugs and blankets took some days, and the pollution soon will do its duty in blackening it again... anyway its nice to have some clean feeling for a while.

My head is full
I met some very interesting people
as it is
a very catholic gay activist
a christian arab women working in palestine at a norwegian human rights agency
I meet such super strong somali women every day

had some awesome sushi with my italian colleague and a georgian college from moscow office

the politics here sadden and upset me
"its disgusting, but I´m not shocked anymore" is what i hear in the office
more about that later
I so have to go to bed

on current situation of protection of data privacy in Germany...