Pozivamo ljude na spontano okupljanje, u subotu, 06.02.2015. u 15h u parku kod Ekonomskog fakulteta. Kuvaćemo čaj i deliti u parkovima i železničkoj stanici, provesti neko vreme u razgovoru sa ljudima i pokazati makar minimum solidarnosti. Neka ovo bude i simboličan način protivljenja militarizaciji granica i rasističkim segregacijama i kontrolama!
Ako je neko u mogućnosti neka ponese hranu (vegetarijansku), plastične čaše (ili papirne još bolje), kašičice, šećer, crni čaj, stare mobilne telefone koji vam više nisu potrebni, sim kartice.
çay not borders solidarity gathering
This is not an organized action or a major gathering- we just invite people to come to make a cup of tea together, share it with the people in parks and railway station, spend some time with them in conversation and show at least a minimum of solidarity. If you can-bring some food (vegetarian), plastic or paper cups, spoons, sugar and black tea, mobiles which you donćt use anymore, sim cards.
The gathering is on Saturday, february 6, 2015. at 3pm in the park near the Faculty of Economy.
Let this be a symbolic way of opposing the borders militarization, racist segregations and controls!
How the segregation looks like? What is behind the ” well-organized humanitarian” corridor?
“After seven days we tried to cross the border on foot. It was very difficult
because it was very cold. We walked 120 km in to Croatia. Every day we walked
50 kilometre without GPS. We oriented us by the sun. We made one mistake in
Croatia. Croatia has a problem. The Croatian population is collaborating with
the police. We didn’t have any water left, so we asked for water. We asked at a
house. They gave us water, and food, and chairs to sit on in front of their house.
We ate and they gave us cigarettes and then the police arrived. The people who
gave us food and everything also called the police. I’m sorry, I love Croatia, but
this was really hard for me. Everything is against us there. They call us
terrorists. They call us muggers. But we are just people who are looking for a
A report with testimonies made by the Moving-Europe. 28.01.2016_Report-Police-Violence-and-Push-Backs
# End the segregation! #End the violence!
UPDATE 2.2.2016 – PUSH BACK TO MACEDONIA
Serbian police started sending non-SIA people ( people who are said not to be from Syria, Iraq or Afghanistan) from Šid to Tabanovce.
60 non-SIA people have been taken from Šid camp in Serbia to Tabanovce camp in Macedonia last night (1.2.2016). Police used force against the people, while boarding people into buses.
by brother Y.
I asked the Earth if it’s happy,
The Earth said:
“ No one is happy with clothes from barbed wire”.
Your gender dress me up them,
my gender didn’t want me to be free.
I know I am suffering now, but I will struggle to live free later,
I wished and I dreamed that all creatures they love each other, everyone’s free.
Perhaps it may be me, or we, who will make a way through the middle of the corn field,
For those looking for the way of freedom. Maybe this way it’s scattered now but it will be good later.
For them, I am like the pet mouse who entered the house without a permission,
Looking for a place where’s peace, away from the threats of nature.
I believe that there is just one life to live,
if I tormented tomorrow i’ll get back my health,
but if I stay without freedom I can’t get back the time
while i was hiding in my place to cross those barbed wires…
Pošto verujemo u autonomiju i solidarnost, jedina finansijska podrška može biti od strane solidarnih pojedinaca ili samoorganizovanih grupa sa kojima delimo ideju slobode kretanja. Trebaju nam pare za:
Petak 08.01.2015. od 17 do 24 h Zadruga Oktobar, Strahinjica Bana 33, Beograd
by brother Y. (29.12.2015.)
Today it’s my birthday, I turned 20 by the way, when I was a child many times I wished that time goes fast to grow up and be a man to do whatever I want, in this bad place and sad day, I smile every time I remember my childhood when they forced me to look and be how they wanted, I thought – just wait, one day when I will have 20 none of you can force me to do anything any more. And in this moment those memories support me a lot, to tell to those people just wait none of you will force me to do anything. I believe that one day I will find a place where i belong to, it’s a bad start, but I don’t care because even the first hour of a new day starts with darkness and then sunshine comes…
The prisoner and his charge are looking for a different life style. They call me economic migrant, I did not come here looking for money, but for culture, culture of love and equality, for a culture which is far from those of newspapers and fake books, for a culture which is unknown to politicians. Each of us has his own prison, someday they will understand, that their imprisonment are their offices and ties.