“The only things that were stabbed in the weeks we hosted refugees in our home were onions, garlic, and a looooot of meat.”
Dirk Voltz and his partner have taken in 24 refugees into their Berlin apartment since July.
On Tuesday, Voltz shared a Facebook status about the experience, writing that everything turned out completely differently than he thought it would and that he's sort of disappointed about the refugees who have been staying with him.
In bad times, one should consider their own balance sheet. Mine looks like this: Since July my partner and I have hosted approximately 24 people from Syria, Afghanistan, and Iraq in our place in Berlin.
Our knives are still in the kitchen, precisely where I left them on the board. Before our guests from Syria and Iraq arrived.
We never needed a key for our bedroom, except for one time a dear guest from Afghanistan needed it to play with our cats. Our four fat, old cats had as much fun as the young man.
But back to the knives: All that was stabbed with them in the weeks we hosted refugees in our home were onions, garlic and a looooot of meat.
Mario and I are still alive.
Perhaps, even more intensively than before. Whether we´ll ever return to a "normal," we do not know. How can I care about the luxury chatter from yesterday?
Really, what the hell is happening here?
No Muslim who was there wanted to kill us in our sleep. No one insulted us because we are two men and share one bed. No one, by any means, said they prefer Sharia law over German Law. We did not meet one person who did not regret leaving their home.
The only bad experience I can recall is that our new friends used a lot sugar and salt. So we bought it at the market and that was that.