Hello dear friends/people,

I'm writing for the very last time. It's official, starting tomorrow we'll be on the streets. We've put it off for a long time, were lucky to be able to stay, but now it's over. We've lost everything: our freedom, joy, hope. All our efforts to find work and help have been in vain.

We can't even raise €100-150 by tomorrow to organize a trip to the German embassy. We're emotionally and physically exhausted.

I sit here and cry every day, certain that We are going to die here, and no one seems to want to understand how difficult our situation is.

My father is sick, he can barely stand on his feet, etc.
No one sees that, and yet he tries to manage everything and is treated like an idiot.

I'm trying so hard, but I only have an old cell phone. Nothing works, and soon I won't need it anymore anyway.

I'm on an emotional rollercoaster: grief, anger, fear, etc.

Starting tomorrow, I'll have no electricity, internet, or a roof over my head.

It's over, no one will miss us, our lives are worthless.

This is my farewell letter.

All the best to you all!

Sincerely,

Steven