دلسوزی برای پناهندگان آولاکیِ (ویتنامی) آرزومند یک خانه، بخش ۳ از ۵

When I read that on the airplane on the way to America – I just happened to read that news that 9,000 children are homeless, no parents, or parents are killed or something like that. And they escaped, they had to run for their lives because it is written that if the children are caught, they will be… handcuffed, no – they’re pierced. […] So, when I read that, tears just streamed down my face, it just happened, very naturally. You cannot control it. You feel like they are your own. Just such a situation makes you shed tears. So actually, we don’t care just only for the Aulacese (Vietnamese), we care for everyone. We truly care, but nobody believes us.

For example, when we say we want to flow some money into some country in order to secure the livelihood of the Aulacese (Vietnamese) when they come later, some banks just look at us like we’re criminals. […] Even we wanted to flow money in because the government demands that you have to have some certain things in order to prove that you can take care of the Aulacese (Vietnamese) refugees. And we want to talk to the banks in order to do that. Then they look at you. They don’t want it even. There’re obstacles everywhere. Everywhere. You cannot force the small man to think big. That’s the trouble. And the world is full of small men, small-minded people, and they cannot believe there are big people. Cannot believe it. Children cannot understand grown-ups’ thinking and ideas and the way of working. So, obstacles, obstacles, and obstacles. […]

And then the world just blames them. Only I understand. I never blame them for anything they do in the refugee camp. […] They’re pressed together, each one, for one square meter or something like that, and three-story or four-story beds. Children and adults all sleep together like that, day-in, day-out, and waiting in the sun to get some food. And the food is not tasty the way you want. And you have to endure that for years, months, and looking for freedom. And have no hope in the future even. Can you believe it? How would you believe? How could you bear it?