Flugten fra racisme

Hello, my name is [NAVN A]. Now I want to tell you about how I have come here at the school I go on: It started as a pretty normal school day like all the others. I had my agent with me, Hugo. He should take care of me that I was assaulted by the people who hate me because I'm black. I arrived at school and Danish?. But it was not quite as usual. We came in and met at school and we had no Danish lessons because she was shot by the racists. It is a tough? time. We must stick together and stand against the hard times. So that day we could take home. I have a friend named Sime. Her and I go to my house and makes a brilliant plan. We will run away the night at 01:30 when our agent is asleep and we would just run towards the south as far as we can, to a school where there only is darkness and people we can stick together. Our parents are dead and we live with my grandfather and grandmother. We will still have to say it to them on the day that we run away, that they understand well and wish us luck with the escape. We lie in? and sleep at 20:00. We woke up again at 01:00 and jumped out off the window and just sprint away from it all, and laugh and cheer at the same time. We were happy. This is what all us blacks have dreamed about our whole live, to get away from those who want to kill us. Now we just hope we can find a safe place we can be at peace. We've heard that there is a town 15 km away from here which is safe. The guards say some and impossible and running there to. We want anything but this! we came to a bridge and run quickly over it. We could see the lights and we could see hope. We came into the city and could hear the celebration. We thought. fat Mon we can only see black people and go into the crowd. Here we have been the last 3 days and have it well. No problem, we only receive the love of all these nice people are here.