Two things
Right now, I am in Jebel-Hamid Secondary School in Goluj; it’s 12:00am as I start writing this brief reflection. I was assigned by the government to teach in the school as part of the endless national service. Having already worked as a teacher for a few months, I could not even feed myself. Nor could I pay my rent. My family still help me with my expenses. This makes me feel sad. I want to be able to work and get paid to help myself and my family.
I am not courageous enough to write how I feel and about the risk to my life in this piece of paper I am writing on right now, but I feel that I do not have a place where I can stay safe in my country.
I am about to return to Asmara to work as a Graduate Teaching Assistant soon, but I am not sure if I can continue working in the situation I am in right now. I am not courageous enough to write how I feel and about the risk to my life in this piece of paper I am writing on right now, but I feel that I do not have a place where I can stay safe in my country.
Two things can happen in this year: 1) I will either get detained or 2) leave the country once and forever. I am still confused, but I think I will try the latter in the coming few months. If I do so, that will be a turning point in my life.
