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Hello,

I’m Alberta, I’m 16 and I live in Marseilles. I was born in Paris, and then I moved to Syria and I lived there for 4 years. I arrived in Marseilles when I was 4 years old. One of my biggest regret is to be unable to speak arabic. I used to speak it, but when I arrived in Marseilles I forgot everything in less than a year. I remember that my father wanted to speak with me in arabic and I didn’t want to. In Syria, arabic was the language for everything, french for my father and Spanish for my mother (because she is argentinian). When I arrived in France, I guess a part of me wanted to be like every other child and speak french with my father. I now regret it and I realize that our differences makes us (cliché, I know). 

I now feel very close to Syria and what happens there makes me very sad, I used to watch awful videos everyday on Youtube, because I couldn’t bear the idea that some people are suffering and I’m living my life here in France unable to do anything. I have one close friend who lived there her whole life and I really admire her for her strength. 

I don’t understand how people can be against immigration, I might be naive, but most of the migrants don’t have a choice and I think it’s our duty to welcome them. There are many great artists that were migrants. It’s not the only argument but it’s just a proof that they bring good things to the country. To me life is accepting new things everyday discovering new smells, new people, new stories. 

I feel like life is a mix of everything, each one of us is a mix of stories, countries, books languages and songs. Sometimes I dream of a world with no countries, you may say I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one …