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  • During the time that I attended the Danish language school, I was lucky enough to meet people from all around the globe. Some had come to Denmark for love, others were escaping miseries, others came looking for professional success and yet others had escaped from hell.

    I befriended a Cheque woman; Muslim, mother of five and married to a quiet man, who had been an engineer, but out of the blue, from one day to the next, he had been forced to pick up a gun, and go fight a war, without really knowing why.

    One day, over a cup of coffee, she told me how, when she had arrived in Denmark, she had lived in a shelter. Her husband, her five kids and she had all shared a small designated area within a large building. A few square meters wherein her life took place for four years. Four years without leaving the shelter for refugees. Four years during which her life went nowhere. Four years waiting for the war to end in Chechnya, so they could go back, or for permission to be integrated into the Danish society.

    Astonished I asked: “How could you live like that for four years?”

    To which she replied: “The thing is, there were no bombers flying over our heads, no one coming to kick in our door and take away my kids, my husband was safe and by my side; it was Paradise.”

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    En el tiempo que pasé en la Escuela de Idiomas intentado aprender danés, tuve la suerte de encontrarme con personas de las cuatro esquinas del mundo. Algunos habían llegado a Dinamarca por amor, otros huían de la miseria, otros perseguían el éxito profesional y algunos habían escapado del infierno.

    Hice amistad con una mujer chechena, musulmana, madre de cinco hijos y casada con un hombre silencioso que había sido ingeniero pero que, de la noche a la mañana, tuvo que empuñar un arma y ponerse a combatir sin saber muy bien porqué.

    Un día, tomando un café, ella me contó, como al llegar a Dinamarca, había vivido en un refugio. Su marido, sus cinco hijos y ella, habían compartido un pequeño espacio dentro de una gran nave. Unos pocos metros cuadrados dónde transcurrió su día a día durante cuatro años. Cuatro años sin salir del centro de refugiados. Cuatro años sin que su vida avanzara hacia ningún sitio. Esperando que la guerra en Chechenia acabara para poder volver, o sino que al menos les permitieran integrarse en la sociedad danesa.

    Asombrada le dije: ¿Cómo pudiste vivir así durante cuatro años?

    A lo que ella me respondió: ¿Sabes? Allí no había bombarderos sobrevolando mi cabeza, nadie iba a dar una patada a la puerta y llevarse a mis hijos, mi marido estaba seguro a mi lado, era el paraíso.

    Music: Vladimir Sterzer - For You
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