The Syrian conflict has torn the country apart, leaving thousands dead and driving millions to flee their homes. Many seek refuge in neighbouring countries but others pay traffickers to take them to Europe - risking death, capture and deportation. If you were fleeing Syria for Europe, what choices would you make for you and your family? Take our journey to understand the real dilemmas the migrants face. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-32057601 I ended up as a sex slave in Tangiers.
I ended up getting a job working in Shettleston for some fat **** who looks a wee bit like Tony from Hollyoaks
There is something not quite right about the BBC making a game about this. Plus, it's a pretty pish game. Also, if I ever see that **** Abu Hassan, who ****ed off with my deposit money and left me stranded in Turkey, I'll kick his **** in. To be fair to the Arab ****er, he did leave me with a little more than $6,000 in my pocket, so casino, here I come
I agree - this is an absolute disgrace. Will their history pages now have quizzes on how you would escape from Belsen ?
I can't play the Syrian Refugee Game because I have not been issued with a high velocity rifle nor any land-mines.
You're now stranded in Turkey with little more than $6,000 in your pocket. **** sake, I'm better off as a refugee
please log in to view this image I sit in house shouting at my speaker phone "I'll be there in 5" ...
New Option: (Only for the really Fuelish) But we were desperate to get out of Greece. I'd been stuck there for two months, living in a flat in Athens with Anas and Badi. There was no work, no help, no way to survive. The police were hassling us every day, aggressive as hell. "Where are your papers? Where are your papers?" The traffickers sat around in the cafes, Kurdish and Arab guys mainly, talking quite openly about the ways they could get people into other Western European countries. By plane. By boat. In the fuel tank of a lorry. The fuel tank was the worst, but it was a surefire way to get in. "You might be a corpse by the time you arrive," they said, "but you'll get there." The guy who told us about the lorry was an Egyptian who ran an internet cafe near Omonia Square. The cafe was just a front for the smuggling operation, really. A lot of Arab kids would be in there talking to their parents on Skype, and he would listen in to find out who was trying to get into France or Italy. He told us he knew a Greek driver going to Milan. For 5,000 euros (£3,630, $5,386) each, he could take four of us in the second fuel tank.We left Athens in a taxi, me and Badi and Anas and an Iraqi guy who we didn't really know. The driver took us to a warehouse in an industrial zone outside Thessaloniki, not far from the sea. The lorry was hidden inside and the driver shut the warehouse doors so no-one could see what was going on.He told us all to go to the toilet before we got in. The other guys all took a leak, but I just couldn't go. I was too tense.We had to get into the tank by crawling under the axle of the lorry and squeezing through this tiny door. As soon as I saw it I thought, "We're going to die in there." When we'd taken a look we scrambled back out from under the lorry and prayed, there on the floor of the warehouse. We prayed for our children, all four of us together. Then we crammed ourselves into the tank and the driver started the engines. As soon as the lorry started to move we knew we wouldn't last an hour. It was burning hot and filled with diesel fumes. Anas was frantic, banging on the tank and screaming this weird scream. The driver heard him and the lorry stopped before it had left the warehouse. We scrambled out. Anas said, "I have kids, I don't want to die."
Contd: There was no way all four of us could go in that tank, so we agreed that the Iraqi guy would go back to Athens. The rest of us had been together for months. We were like brothers. We trusted each other. The driver was going to lose 5,000 euros, but he didn't want to arrive with a bunch of dead bodies in the tank. So he squeezed an extra 500 euros out of the three of us and we got back in. Within an hour, I needed to pee so badly it hurt. We were squished together like dough. There was a rubber sheet on the floor of the tank and it just melted in the heat. I mean it turned to liquid. We were covered in this black stuff. It was like an oven, pitch black. It stank of melting plastic and diesel fumes. I was 100% certain that we were going to die. We had a small plastic Pepsi bottle with us, and Badi and Anas managed to pee in it. Well, half of it went in the bottle and half of it went everywhere, all over their clothes and on to the floor of the tank with the melted rubber. Badi emptied the bottle outside the tank, but the lorry was going fast and the wind blew the spray back inside.
Can't be arsed posting the rest, if you want to know what happened.... http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-32152670
