BY VAHID EVAZZADEH • ILLUSTRATION BY SIMON VÆTH • 2018 She sobs and begs them to give her her son. It’s been two hours now that she has been repeating the same sentence. The young…
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Stories told and untold: Anglophone Cameroonians at flight in Nigeria
While most have heard about Nigerians fleeing Boko Haram, to Cameroon among other places, fewer know that refugees also cross the border in the opposite direction. In October 2017, an English-speaking minority in Cameroon declared…
Sahrawi activists at the border of their own country
“Home for many people is something tangible; home for us is a dream. Home for you is a reality; home for me is a wish. Home for you is existence; home for me is a…
Underground Revolution
They had tied my wrists together behind my back very tightly; the coarse rope almost cut my hands. Somebody was pulling my arms; his hand grabbed my neck just below the knot in the smelly…
Lesvos, November 2015
Drawings by Paula Bulling • Text by Borderspace(s) • 2016
BORDER – a collective poem
Written by the participants at a series of creative writing workshops which took place in the Trampoline House during Spring 2016. Collected by Liv Nimand Duvå I live on the border between the I and…
Keeping warm in cold country
When you exit the metro at Christianshavn in Copenhagen you see a number of statues known as the Greenland Monument. They were made from red granite by the Danish sculptor Svend Rathsack after he had…
No camps wanted or needed!
Vasilika camp is situated outside of Thessaloniki, in the northern part of Greece. As a part of the European system for dehumanising refugees, the camp is strategically located in a remote and deserted landscape, far…
Burning the strait
Can migration and literature be mutually generating ways of escaping reality? Is the paperlessness of undocumented migrants a liberation from constricting identity, or does it rather result in painful identity crises? How is the boat…
Trapped in Identity
By Ali Ali (aka Aab) • Illustration by Hilal Can • From #11, 2015 I used to call myself “a world citizen”. Here in Prague, I have been faced with nationalistic ridicule and real-life mockery….