I sit and wait for a policeman to come and interrogate me, I'm very nervous and shaking a bit.
I'm in a gang, and we do graffiti and petty crime as stealing from shops that earn so much money that they will not suffer any distress just because we are stealing a little food.
I know it is illegal to paint graffiti. But me and my friends in the gang, feel it is the only way our views can be expressed so that people around us can see it.
it all started when I was 16 years old, at school I got bad grades and had no friends. I felt very alone, because at home was my mother always at work to earn food. And my bigger brother always was out on the street with his friends. so I was always alone in my room and watched tv. my dad died when I was 10 years old, he was shot by the police when he made a bank robbery with his brother.
one day my mom came home and told she had been fired from work, so we had to move to another city so she could get a new and perhaps better job. but it also meant that I had to change to another school, and I would not initially, but my brother told me that I had to, or else my mom could not get any work, and then we would either starve otherwise we had to steal food. So I realized that it was probably the best
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