I live in district 10 and we are gold miners. The conditions are poor, we have to wash our clothes in the river. We live in the caves. And we have to work with pickaxe and shovel, the work is really hard, we start before the sun gets up and work until after the sun has gone down. And by the end of the day we have no money, we work free for the capital.
My name is Patrick, and I am trying to get out of the country. Because the conditions are so bad, it is difficult because I have no money, and my family have no money. I am planning to leave the country, if I can get to get to the east coast, I can maybe get on one of the boats which leads to Europe. Our district is nearly on the coast, I have to sneak through the fence and the guards. I have made a wooden box to place on the harbor and a stamp on it, which I wrote “to Spain”. After I have entered the box, hopefully by the morning, they will pick it up and place it on a ship. I have no idea how many days the journey will last, but I have some food with me.
After many days out on the sea, I heard the crane start up and I was about to get unloaded from the boat to a lorry. I heard and felt the lorry moving along the bumpy roads in Spain. There were no rules of immigration in Spain so when my box was dropped off at the address I wrote on the box. I simply unscrewed the four screws that was holding the lid together, and I stepped out. It was dark when I got up, I did not know what the time was but I was out.
