I remember how I could play freely when I was a child, now I can't even talk peacefully. I've spended my last years  running and hiding from those who carry a swastika in the chest. They killed my family and my friends, well I don't really know if they are dead, I just know they arrested them. One month ago I arrived into Paris because I heard about a group of people that can get me away from France, I was scarry, I saw a lot of german police officers in every single street I walk. I just knew I have to talk to the guys that wear a strange hat, so I found one and talked to him for a while. He told me about the streets and what usually happens in the city. He also gave me the strange hat to  look like a Kabyle and explained to me that my freedom's road begin at the Grand Mosque. The hat gave me security walking through the streets of Paris. Inmediatly I walked theoughthe doors of the church they send me straigt to the subbasement, where a stair was leading down to a labyrinth. As I got deeper into the maze, the darker it got. I jumped when I saw the first corpse, then I got normal to see those bodies. After days of darkness, I found the way out, I choose to go to the coutryside, where I could live peacefully.