As we have previously alerted, the expulsion of Mohammed Moussa to Sudan was expected to take place this morning.
He was on the Qatar Airways flight to Doha from 9:25 am to Charles de Gaulle airport, terminal 1.
A call to gather on site from 7 am to noon:
Here is the testimony he gave to the collective La Chapelle Debout for it to be published:
“Are you sending me away to die? Give me my freedom “
Today we spoke with Mohamed Moussa who has been locked up for 43 days at the Mesnil Amelot and can be expelled via Doha with the company Qatar Airways by the flight of 9:25 this Thursday, March 16, 2017, one day before the end of his detention.
Stop the deportation of Mohamed Moussa and those of all others.
“I was a trader. I was selling food between northern Darfur and the south where I come from (Nyala) to Sudan.
I was selling sugar, oil, flour, tea, tomato sauce and even coca and pepsi. Sometimes I also sold clothes like pants when there were some. Twice a month I used public transport to make the shuttle between the North and the South.
I had inherited a small nest egg to do this buisness. He came partly from the inheritance after the death of his father, who was also a merchant and owned a small supermarket.
I am 30 years old and am the elder of a family of 5. There are my brother Amjad, 26 years old, and I have three sisters: Majda (24), Mahla (22) and Maissa years).
My father died killed by the war and the Janjaweed by Chiria. “
You must know that Mohamed is Zaghawa. This ethnic group represents 6% of the Sudanese population and is targeted and persecuted by the Sudanese government .
It is with this same government that France and the European Union sign “cooperation agreements” in which some give money or make “debt relief” when the others undertake to control their nationals well And their borders.
“One day when I was returning to see my sick mother, I was caught by a militia who took me to a depot next to a railway line near Nyala. From there, I was transferred to a prison 15 km from the city where I stayed for 10 months. I do not want to remember or talk about what happened there. That part of my life was very hard, black. We were in 2012.
“Following my uncle’s intervention, militiamen amongst those who locked me up came to see me and told me they would let me go on the express condition that I leave my Darfur land. So I went to Al Fashir and then I went to Libya.
There, after doing various odd jobs, I worked as a farm worker in a field for a boss who hosted me from 2013 to 2015. Despite the war I could have stayed there if I had not had a job, Other problems. Twice members of militias and armed gangs came to rackle the farm, I was threatened because I had no money, insult, and mistreat. I was threatened with death: “We’ll kill you dirty stranger,” they said. Several times I went to see my boss who answered: “that’s how I can do nothing.”
In September 2016, I took a small boat.
I paid 1,000 Lybian dinars. I traveled in the hold as I had not paid a lot of money. We were 110 people piled up for 11am, after which we were accosted by another larger boat in which we stayed two days before arriving in Italy.
I managed not to leave my fingerprints in Italy.
I arrived in Paris last October and spent 5 days at La Chapelle to sleep in the street. In front of the Camp. I wanted to rest but it was not possible. Several people advised me there to go to Calais because it was simpler for the procedures, faster and there were organizations that helped the exiles.
On 31/01, I had two euros left in my pocket and I was hungry.
I “went shopping” and sat in a public park to eat.
The police came to see him and they asked for my papers.
I did not understand anything [Mohamed does not speak French and very little English]. They took me to the police station and there they gave me a paper. I refused to sign because I did not understand what was written [it was an obligation to leave the French territory].
From the police station I was taken to a second center “Paris Charles de Gaulle”.
This is where I wanted to apply for asylum but I was told it was too late.