That “Ferry” that Unjustly Led Three of the Condemned to the Firing Squad
I presented my case to the World Program for Refugees of the government of the United States. I was looking for a door to escape, to make my voice heard, a light at the end of the tunnel, help, hope, a small palliative to ease the martyrdom, move walls, break down doors. But I can’t nor do I want to abandon this country leaving behind my son and my nephew, nor any of the others who wake up every day in this horrible nightmare. I am a mother.
My name is not important; but I am sure you remember that in April of 2003, a group of several boys, with the sole objective of leaving the country, and without thinking of the consequences (desperate and immature boys) tried to hijack a ferry. That “Ferry” that unjustly led three of the condemned to be executed by firing squad. My son and nephew were not shot; today they are serving a life sentence in inhumane conditions.
Along with my story I sent a letter to the Prosecutor with a copy to various authorities.
I need your help.