Terrible things happen in Denmark, a foreign army has bombed my country. It's terrible to see that the country is destroyed and I can’t do anything about it. Here I have lived for 17 years, and now my family and I need to flee the country. We can’t stand to look at it anymore. My mom and dad have decided that we should flee to Iran.
My parents woke my brother and me around 3 o’clock in the night, and they found a man to drive us. He would help us throughout the long road to Iran, and my father had to pay much money for it. The man, who picked us up, was really weird. He looked confused, as he didn’t know what he was currently. His eyes were big and sad too - close together, so silly. Accidently I laughed at him and then he just looked angrily at me. I was afraid and said nothing the rest of the time.
When my family and I sat in the car, I was really scared. I knew that if we were discovered, there was a risk that we will be killed. I felt like a little child, and my brother gave me a hug and told me, that nothing would happen to us.
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