RAS Ajdir (border between Tunisia and Libya) - not enough for the embrace of fellow Tunisians on the run, not just the warmth of the people of Ben Guerdane. It is not enough to remove the anxiety from the face of Algerians, Turks left from Libya. Are safe, beyond the border, but still does not allow a sigh of relief.
"It's terror. Terror," Hassan said, without finding the courage to describe what he saw. The border crossing at Ras Ajdir, a few steps from the sea, is one of the most visited by 50 thousand Tunisians who have found work in the rich Libya's economy. But now that the dream of a future is becoming a nightmare, thousands of workers, pizza, unskilled workers returning home emergency.
Yesterday was 2 to 3 thousand: it is the vanguard of an exodus that promises to be massive. They are primarily from the region of Tripoli. Who does not have a car is accompanied to the border by taxi or bus, then drag the suitcase more than a mile between the puddles and asphalt chipped the checkpoint.
Only when they hear the accent of its people, understood to be among friends. "Welcome, welcome in Tunisia. Take this, this is offered by the people of Guerdane Ben, please, please, take." The first support is made of baguette with jam or with tuna and spicy chili paste, milk bottles, snacks, yogurt pots, as well as an expanse of water bottles.
The fugitives are crowded, waiting to leave for the small town near the border. "Ben Guerdane, mejen, free!" Shouted the market as sellers of private citizens who rushed to the border to lend a hand to fellow citizens, opening the door and smiling at the new arrivals. In the town of spontaneous solidarity groups have erected a makeshift tent where the refugees sheltered from the rain waiting for buses to be routed directly to the inside.
For those who had to leave all the generosity of the people of Ben Guerdane also includes money for the bus ticket. The interim government tries to coordinate operations, together with the Red Crescent and international organizations, it is called connected by land and air bridges. But the spontaneous affection has come before.
It is a solidarity among compatriots, but also a spirit that was born from just lived: free from the tyrant, the Tunisians are keen to help their brothers and neighbors in their struggle. But affection is not enough. Fear is stronger, it will take time before they fade the images of brutality Libyan.
Khaled saw the soldiers firing on people in Tripoli. Abdel says: "Gaddafi's men came to knock on the door of us Tunisians, threatened. They said: Go away while you can." Zacharias has registered the phone the sound of gunfire, then hid the memory card in your sock, "On the road the Libyan soldiers seize everything, do not want that image to come out." Ahmed, a young Algerian, is shocked: "For years, Libyans subisco racism.
And now I had to leave without being able to take anything," said Ben Guerdane under the tent. For prefers to go home to Tunisia rather than cross the desert, the most dangerous. He was a pizza maker in Zawia, but does not want to add another: "If I speak ill of Libya will suffer many more who have stayed there." On the way to the border, a convoy of cars covered by the flag of Libya's King Idriss brings new supplies, in a concert of horns, including greetings to all.
Among the battered Fiat and Toyota faded from the desert sun, it is an SUV off the Libyan sparkling. The driver is driving in a tie, but does not stop telling comments: "Italian press? Better not talk. Would not you like what I have to say." It is probably a reference to the solid friendship with Silvio Berlusconi and Muammar Gaddafi, the dictator from which the privileged and underprivileged alike flee.
The spirit of the Tunisians, however, is different. Fatih says: "Italy? Eh ... Sure, if we do not find another, we all come to Lampedusa and 50 thousand ...". 
"It's terror. Terror," Hassan said, without finding the courage to describe what he saw. The border crossing at Ras Ajdir, a few steps from the sea, is one of the most visited by 50 thousand Tunisians who have found work in the rich Libya's economy. But now that the dream of a future is becoming a nightmare, thousands of workers, pizza, unskilled workers returning home emergency.
Yesterday was 2 to 3 thousand: it is the vanguard of an exodus that promises to be massive. They are primarily from the region of Tripoli. Who does not have a car is accompanied to the border by taxi or bus, then drag the suitcase more than a mile between the puddles and asphalt chipped the checkpoint.
Only when they hear the accent of its people, understood to be among friends. "Welcome, welcome in Tunisia. Take this, this is offered by the people of Guerdane Ben, please, please, take." The first support is made of baguette with jam or with tuna and spicy chili paste, milk bottles, snacks, yogurt pots, as well as an expanse of water bottles.
The fugitives are crowded, waiting to leave for the small town near the border. "Ben Guerdane, mejen, free!" Shouted the market as sellers of private citizens who rushed to the border to lend a hand to fellow citizens, opening the door and smiling at the new arrivals. In the town of spontaneous solidarity groups have erected a makeshift tent where the refugees sheltered from the rain waiting for buses to be routed directly to the inside.
For those who had to leave all the generosity of the people of Ben Guerdane also includes money for the bus ticket. The interim government tries to coordinate operations, together with the Red Crescent and international organizations, it is called connected by land and air bridges. But the spontaneous affection has come before.
It is a solidarity among compatriots, but also a spirit that was born from just lived: free from the tyrant, the Tunisians are keen to help their brothers and neighbors in their struggle. But affection is not enough. Fear is stronger, it will take time before they fade the images of brutality Libyan.
Khaled saw the soldiers firing on people in Tripoli. Abdel says: "Gaddafi's men came to knock on the door of us Tunisians, threatened. They said: Go away while you can." Zacharias has registered the phone the sound of gunfire, then hid the memory card in your sock, "On the road the Libyan soldiers seize everything, do not want that image to come out." Ahmed, a young Algerian, is shocked: "For years, Libyans subisco racism.
And now I had to leave without being able to take anything," said Ben Guerdane under the tent. For prefers to go home to Tunisia rather than cross the desert, the most dangerous. He was a pizza maker in Zawia, but does not want to add another: "If I speak ill of Libya will suffer many more who have stayed there." On the way to the border, a convoy of cars covered by the flag of Libya's King Idriss brings new supplies, in a concert of horns, including greetings to all.
Among the battered Fiat and Toyota faded from the desert sun, it is an SUV off the Libyan sparkling. The driver is driving in a tie, but does not stop telling comments: "Italian press? Better not talk. Would not you like what I have to say." It is probably a reference to the solid friendship with Silvio Berlusconi and Muammar Gaddafi, the dictator from which the privileged and underprivileged alike flee.
The spirit of the Tunisians, however, is different. Fatih says: "Italy? Eh ... Sure, if we do not find another, we all come to Lampedusa and 50 thousand ...".
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