In Helmand, a town near Kandahar,
there was war
between NATO forces and the Taliban.
We hid in a dried-up river bed.
At night, weak from thirst and hunger,
we walked to Iran.

In the desert I lost my wallet.
Inside was a photo of my mother.
Two of my friends were shot in flight by the police.
In Turkey people were sold.
In Greece I hid in a wood for months,
fearing the police.
I spent the nights with small animals and flies.
I almost drowned in a boat in Italy.

I have brought nothing to Germany except my dreams.
The bus arrives. I want to travel with it.
The bus driver in Duderstadt has no change for me.