On Ohlauer Strasse in Berlin there is a building that once housed a co-educational high school. Later it stood empty. Now refugees live in it. Behind a gate with two guards, under constant surveillance.
‘No, no! You can’t take photos here. Outside the bars you can,’ I hear a few seconds after I decide to enter the school area. Alongside the guards I also see a smiling man coming towards me. He wears a winter cap and a light down jacket. His name is Alnour Ahmad-Hassan, a resident of the school. He calms the guard down.
‘Okay, let’s get out of here. At the corner there is a café. We can sit there and talk in peace,’ Alnour suggests.
‘So this is how it is here now?’ I ask, surprised.
‘Yes, more or less. You see, they are isolating us here completely.’
‘What would you like to know?’ asks Alnour several minutes later, sipping his black coffee.
‘If everything, it would be good to start at the beginning.’