In this post, I want to talk about the story of coming to the Netherlands(asylum seeker).
When we decided to leave Iran with my wife, our liaison did not introduce us to two more options.
Finland or the Netherlands!
I knew at least a few Dutch footballers and teams, so we called him the Netherlands.
We really did not know anything about the refugee(asylum seeker) situation. Our perception was what we read in the news, but of course it was all negative. We thought we should live in tents and we had no amenities.
It is interesting to tell you, we even brought soap with us from Iran.
In the Netherlands you have to travel by train to a town called Emmen and from there there are buses that take you to a place called Ter apel.
When we got to Emmen, I told my wife to let us taste the pizza for the last time. Because we really did not know what awaited us.
There was a Domino dealership at the same train station and how delicious our last pizza was for us.
Anyway, we got on the bus and reached the main refugee camp. It took maybe 5 minutes from the bus station to the entrance of the camp, and how long it seemed to us.
When we arrived at the refugee camp, everything in our minds was cleared. The warm welcome from the staff there and their good food made us experience an indescribable calm.
After some administrative work, we were directed to the buildings inside the camp. In each entrance there were 4 rooms, a toilet, a bathroom and a kitchen, and of course, contrary to our expectations, clean.
One of these rooms was given to us, and except for one room where a Somali couple and children were, the other rooms were empty.
The next day we went to the office building to register our fingerprints and some initial questions, and the next day we were told to go to the permanent camp in Zutphen.