We’ve been planning this for the past month now and the time has finally come. We were in sandals, dad was barefoot and we were waiting for the specific truck. It was early, around 1:30 (in the morning) and we were freezing.

It took forever to get here, but finally, we got the all clear, and we proceeded to get into the back of the truck. It wasn’t comfortable, but my dad told me “stop thinking about the present and build towards the future”. I didn’t really understand it, but it seemed wise. So we were in the back of this truck for ages, and it was a freezer of some sort, because of the incredibly low temperature and the frozen meat and fish we were surrounded by. Then we came to an abrupt halt. “Are we here mum?” my little sister questioned and my dad told us to keep quiet and low. We heard foreign voices outside, encircling the truck. Then with a sigh of relief, the truck started to accelerate, then suddenly we heard a shout and the truck suddenly stopped. The doors opened, with a flood of light streaming in, and I tried to make myself as small as I could, silently praying, hopefully we don’t get caught. Commanded voices broke the silence and I heard my sister cry and my mum screaming in  . A rough hand violently grabbed my arm and pulled me up, as if I was a rag doll. I got pushed out towards the back of the truck.

We got caught.