I met Subur, a young refugee from Jalalabad in Afghanistan yesterday. He has been living in Switzerland in a refugee camp for the last one and half years and is making the best of what life has to offer. He shared his story with me. “I am training to be a mechanic and also attend German language school once every week. German is not an easy language but I am trying hard to get better at it. Since I left Afghanistan, I have lost touch with my mother, father and brother who are… still there. I don’t know if I can ever go back because I do not even have a passport. Life is tough but you got to keep looking ahead you see. In my camp there are people from all over the world – refugees from Lebanon, Syria, Turkey and many other countries, and we get along well. They are like my brothers and I take solace from that fact.”
My encounter with Subur was an eye-opener to a world far different from what we experience. As we reached the Bern station, we hugged and said our goodbyes. It was indeed a great feeling to know that we would meet again one day, when I visit the camp and hear more from such wonderful fighters.