Hello goodday, My name is Layla. I live in Amsterdam now.
We need help. I am out, on the street at 9.00 in the morning. Rain or not, if I menstruate or not, if I am in pain or not. My eyes are hurting, I can feel my heart beating. I hear this sound constantly. In my ears, I hear a beating, a high sound. Can you tell me where the doctor is? How can I get help?
This man, he comes in without knocking, when I am not ready yet. For me it is hard to leave at nine, I need more time for myself to get ready for the city. The city I do not know.
I am from an AZC – a camp – a camp for Asylum Seekers, all away up north. I had to leave, so I got this ticket to go to Amsterdam. I did not know anybody.
This man, he comes in, tells me to leave the room I share with other women. I have to go out. If I am not on time, I will get a warning. I will be kicked out. Expelled for a month.
People, I need help, I am a lesbian, converted to Christianity. I come from an African country. I used to have a fashion store. Now I have nothing. I came here, to seek refuge. I wanted to live in a free country, to live like a Lesbian, openly.
But they did not believe me. The IND immigration officer denied me. I had to leave without my papers, I lost my papers, I don’t have anything, except my story, myself. They don’t believe me, I have to proove I am from ——.
I am doing my best, I have stress. I go to a doctor for that. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I cannot work on it from the street, undergo therapy from the street. All women like me are outside during the day. We wander around. Sometimes people say things I don’t want to hear. I want a normal life. A place for myself.
Bed Bath Bread, that is where I live. I can get in at 4.00 pm and leave 9.00 am. We have go to our rooms at 10.30 in the evening. We have to be awake at 7.oo am. By a loud knock on the door. We live with 65 people, men and women…
Hi, I am your mayor, my name is ‘off the Lane’. Yes, I am busy. But, who’s not, in this field. More than seventy organizations are occupied with refugees out of procedure, undocumented people in Amsterdam. And you, I don’t want you in my city. I want to deal with you behind closed doors. So they nobody can see what we do here. But now we have this lawyer that is buggin’ me. I used to be a lawyer, so I like the fight. If people don’t agree with me on this issue, I see his face in front of me. I see his face in people, speaking during Municipality meetings, citizens of Amsterdam, I see his face, I don’t want to see it. I look on my phone, when they talk their talk. Thinking. I dislike them, they are actors in a bad theater play. Even if they talk about Human Rights, Medical issues, the lack of it. Sickness.
So please take me out of this bad theater play. And no, I did not direct it myself.
But Mayor, you forget that the main actors in this play are now the European court and the Human rights council of the UN.
But Layla, I say to you. Just go back, or to another city, the Hague has some places, I don’t care. Fact is: You are not a citizen of Amsterdam.
Mayor, please Amsterdam is a desert for me, I don’t know anyone.
Then just leave, head to the west. Bye.
theaterplay in the Sandpit. Program Sandberg, Friday 17 June 2016