Einwanderung - Auswanderung - Umwanderung: Immer eine Frage der Perspektive

Schon lange möchte ich etwas über das Thema illegale Einwanderer, Visa etc. schreiben. Es ist in Albanien ein unendlich wichtiges Thema. Hier habe ich die andere Seite der Medallie kennen gelernt. Ich habe lange überlegt, wie ich es schaffen kann, in Deutschland Verständnis für die Situation der "Illegalen" zu gewinnen. Jetzt habe ich mich entschieden zunächst einmal einen meiner Studenten sprechen zu lassen.

Diesen Text bekam ich von ihm zum Thema "schwierige Ereignisse in meinem Leben/ difficult life events":

It was May 2005. At this time I worked for a shipping company which operated in the Adriatic Sea with two passenger ships, whose names were “La Vikinga Lines” and “Millenium Star”. They transported passengers from Bari Port (Italy) to Durrës Port (Albania) and vice versa.

One day the captain cancelled sailing for bad weather so we stayed in Bari. All crew members had trouble because they had not been payed for more than six months. In the morning the captain came on board and informed us about financial difficulties of the company. He predicted that the company may be bankrupt soon. All of us were worried about loosing our job and money. But the most important decision for us to take was: to stay illegally in Italy or to go back to Durrës? I had never been in such a dilemma in my life.

It was a tag of war. First I called my wife who reminded me about the difficult age of our two sons. Moreover she said that the father’s presence at home is more authoritative than that of the mother especially for boys. Then I called my sister who invited me to go to work in Livorno, Italy, the city where she lived with her family. But she advised me to think of my family which I had left in Albania. In addition my sister advised me that “Your sons being adolescents and thinking that their father is abroad they can become victims of drugs, smoking etc….”

Being in this condition I had to choose between staying in Italy, which offered having a better life than in Albania, but far away from my family. Or coming back to Albania, which offered unemployment and poverty, but being close to my family, to which I had dedicated all my life…

The next day I came back to Durrës.

Now, after 4 years, in spite of all the difficulties I have, I haven’t regretted this decision I made. Family is much more precious than money.