I went to Camden to watch a film about someone who was sent back to Afghanistan. When Hamedullah was here, he was happy, but then they sent him back to Afghanistan. He was looking for a place to live first but nobody could help him. Then he was looking for a job but he couldn’t find anything. So he was just walking around in the rain and snow and cold weather. He was filming himself and living in one room on his own in the dark. Even the Red Cross couldn’t help him.
You know I am out of detention at the moment, but I will tell you about having visitors when I was there because I want people to know about this.
Of course having visitor is good and helpful mentally for us. We are here for a long time and even sometimes I think I forget how it is speaking with people or my friends and when I visit my friends I can feel that I change when they are with me.
Now I am out of the detention centre, I have to report to Immigration every two weeks. Immigration wants to know I am still here. I have to go to Eaton House out near Heathrow. I have to be there between 10-11. When I have to sign it reminds me of the detention centre and everything about that time. Every time I go there, they check my pockets at security and then we take a ticket and wait. Sometimes I wait 20 minutes and that 20 minutes makes me more and more worried because I don’t know what’s going to happen. They might take me back to the detention centre at any time. There are always a lot of people but no-one talks, they are all thinking about their case and what’s going to happen to them.
I have been released. It just happened, I didn’t even know that it would happen. My solicitor did the application for bail, and I was hoping to get a bail date the next week, but it just happened the next day. It wasn’t through bail, I think it was just they got bored of me! Trust me, I don’t know what happened or why the released me. Even my solicitor didn’t know why they released me.
They called me in from my room, and I went there but I didn’t know why they asked me to come to the office. The manager was in the officer and I thought there was some trouble for me.
Some officers are not good with us here and we feel that they are racist with us.
There are 2 different type of officers here, some of them are really helpful and you feel that they are here to help detainees but some of them are opposite of first group. I don’t know why they are here they just walk around and they don’t help anyone, even if you ask them to send a fax to our solicitor they tell us “ok wait outside the office for a moment,” but that moment would be a long time like half an hour. Every day we have arguments with some officers in the meal queues. Sometimes those officers are really rude to us. For example one lady told my friend he hadn’t filled in his meal request form so he couldn’t have the meal he wanted. But I know he filled it in, because I helped him do it!