The first days in France from Younoussa, from Guinea

“On July 20. Nevertheless, 2023, I spot first days france younoussa, guinea In a home home in Briançon [Hautes-Alpes]after crossing the Italian border: we are distributed too much clothes, food and, above all, a train ticket for Paris. Similarly, “There, life is tough… You don’t want to be transferred to Marseille?” Asks me a volunteer. “No question!” At the time, France comes down for me to two things: Paris Saint-Germain and the Eiffel Tower! So direction the capital.

My first night outside is in the middle of air currents, at Austerlitz station. I am alone, however I am not afraid. Lying on the ground, I squeeze my backpack against me, I listen to the roar of the trains. I imagine my future: I will learn plumbing in Paris. a job that my cousin taught me in Guinea, and one day, I will help my mother who stayed in the country with my three brothers and sisters.

The next first days france younoussa, guinea day, I gathered my things and heads for the reception of unaccompanied minors, in Tolbiac. It is here that is evaluated the minority of young exiles who appear at the counter. No choice: without official recognition of my minority, no accommodation, no protection. In the metro. I discover a whirlwind of movements and noises: the slapks of the heels in the corridors, the incomprehensible announcements, the noisy ringtone. All of this worries me.

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