This is the news story that has dominated European news programmes for the last few months; the migrant crisis. I have witnessed endless stories of those attempting to cross the water in flimsy dingies or trudging across Europe to try to get to their final destination – in Hashem’s case, he is making for Sweden. This story has divided people, has been used by political parties and has, ultimately, played a large part in dividing my own country from the EU. Yet, although I have seen so many news reports, I did not feel that I really understood many of the underlying causes of these events that have seemed to have suddenly exploded onto our screens and, as such, I turned to this book.
The author looks at both the wider crisis and of the individual journey of one man – Hashem al-Souka, a Syrian who left his wife, Hayam and his three sons to try to make it to Sweden, in the hope that he could reunite his family in safety. Hashem was a civil servant with the water board, who lived in a small town outside Damascus, before political events overtook him. He was arrested during a sweep in his area, beaten, tortured and, when finally released, he found his house destroyed and Civil War. In this book you will get to care about Hashem and his journey and this is reported throughout the book.
However, as well as Hashem’s journey, we also read of so many more. We read of desert routes through the Sahara, of people smuggling, of flimsy boats and the reasons why so many have turned to dingys. This is the story of small towns who, having lost their own ways of life through various reasons, have turned to the lucrative business of people smuggling. Migrants are not, of course, always refugees. They are not all Syrians fleeing war; many are people looking for a new future, a better future, away from religious extremism, corrupt governments and poverty. It is also a story of corruption, bribery and profit and of the scale of the migration and of the futility of trying to curb it from Europe when it is plain that no one has any interest in stopping it from the places that the migrants are leaving from. This is a business, plain and simple. Shop manikins in Libya have swopped fashion to model lifeboat jackets and some people are getting very wealthy while those hoping for a better life are being sent to sea in dangerously overcrowded, flimsy boats; or facing being shot, dumped, kidnapped or killed before they even make it to this point.
Immigration is something that has affected so many of our own lives. My Italian grandfather fled his country before the second world war, when his political beliefs became dangerous, and fought for England. My father was born in Ireland and my husband in Pakistan. Indeed, in London, where I live (like so many large cities), virtually everyone in my street, my work place, my children’s schools, are immigrants. My own part of London has large Greek, Jewish, Indian and Chinese communities and, generally, everyone gets along very well. However, even immigrants I know, that live in London, have expressed disquiet about the situation in Europe. When you read individual stories, it is impossible not to feel sympathy with those fleeing difficult circumstances. My own father left his country to find work – he was, in effect, an economic migrant. If my own children were unable to go to school, would I not feel motivated to try to do something to help their future? Personally, I had no knowledge about counties, such as Eritrea, and no idea how difficult it was to live there, for example. So, this book has opened my eyes, even if it failed to really answer any questions. For certainly, for the migrants themselves, this situation needs to be addressed by politicians, as the very people being exploited are those most in danger…