MY IMMIGRATION AND THE IMMIGRATION OF MY FATHER
By Aidel | From : Béziers, France | School : Lycée Jean MoulinTHIS IS MY IMMIGRATION STORY
Hello,my name is chaima aidel I am 14 years old. I was born in Spain (Madrid) and I came here in France (Beziers) in 2010 at the age of 9 years old because my parents didn’t find any work in Spain and this moment was not easy. It was difficult to come here because of the language. When I arrived in France, it was very difficult for me and my family to learn French (for the documents,for the house,the school).
After 2 years, I adapted in France… And for the holidays, I go to Spain (Madrid) to see my family.
I miss Spain because it is normally my country, and in Spain there is my family – I speak Spanish in my home with my sisters so that i don’t forget Spanish, and I like speaking Spanish.
I’d like to go back and live in Spain but now it’s complicated.
Yes, because there is my family in Spain – No, because it so difficult to go back – It would take too much time.
In France, it’s a different country where we found work. In Spain it’s difficult to find the work.
THIS IS THE STORY OF THE IMMIGRATION OF MY FATHER:
Hello,today i’m going to speak to you about the immigration of my father.
My father lived with my grandfather and my grandmother in Morocco more precisely in Oujda one of the cities known in Morocco – Finally (in brief) a day he decided to cross the border in secret…with friends he had and he left his family – They took a boat then the rest of the way, they went through mountains. It took them days and days to arrive in Spain without documents.
Once there, he realized that he already had relatives in Spain. He looked for work. Then, he got his documents and visa. He decided to return in Morocco (Oujda) to bring my uncle to Spain. My uncle had no documents. So, my father made him cross the border by hiding him in the car without anybody noticing.
Then they arrived in Spain. After 4 months, my uncle received his documents. for 4 months.
First, my father decided to live in Spain, because in Morocco he didn’t have work. He was undocumented. Now, my father lives in Morocco. I’d like to join him because Morocco is so beautiful and amazing. My father has a country, the country of my family.
In Morocco i have my grandfather , my grandmother , my uncles , my cousins etc ….