I was sleeping in my room and an officer knocked on the door and woke me up, saying, “You have a legal visit.” I searched my mind, but I knew I didn’t have any appointments today. Then fear hit me – maybe they were going to give me another removal date, or put me on the Afghanistan flight at the last minute. My room-mates said “good luck” – they also thought it would be bad news.
In the interview room, my eyes scanned the room for a deportation flight ticket. I know those tickets anywhere. Even if the ticket was at the far end of the room, I would recognise it. Some people even say they can smell the tickets! I saw the paper the officer had, and it wasn’t a ticket, so finally I could breathe a sign of relief. “It’s your monthly review,” she said. I was so relieved that this was all they wanted. In this place you live in fear of the news they bring.