Erfan’s story (p.1): the three best years

Before the Netherlands. Life at home, in Iran

Erfan is 24 years old. He is from Iran. He likes music and football. He wants to be a successful architectural planner. This is Erfan now. But 18 months ago he would have said something completely different about himself. He would have simply stated: “I am a refugee.”

I met Erfan at a Dutch language course. All refugees that get the approval to stay in the Netherlands must follow Dutch courses and pass the national language exam within a period of 3 years. In my class, there were five or six Europeans, one Chinese girl and the rest of the people (twelve) were refugees from Iran, Irak, Syria and Eritrea.

Luckily, in a world where so many people speak English, we found a way to communicate from day one, mixing words and gestures. So here we were, a Romanian and an Iranian, both foreigners in the Netherlands. During our conversations, bits of his “past life” would creep in. He talked about Iran and the friends that he misses. And about his mother, sister and uncle that live in the Netherlands with him. He also talked about his time at the refugee centre, describing it as “the lost years” of his life. Years during which he did not study, or work, years in which he made a few friends, lost others, felt happy at times, desperate at others. Years in a small box. I am grateful that he chose to share his story with me:

“When I was 20 we came here. I had a diploma of architectural planning. I was in a basketball team in Iran. My city has 2 basketball teams. The first one was at a high level. I was at the second level. When I was 10 I began basketball. And when my father died, I was 9 and a half.

He wasn’t sick, he had a heart-attack. He was 38 and I was 9. When my father died we didn’t have the good perfect life, we had a house in the middle of the city. I have one sister, she is 2 years younger than me. When my father died, we had to start from zero. My mother never married again. She started working in an international apartment, a business apartment.

My mother’s family was in another city, North-East from Iran. My mother also didn’t have a father. When my mother was 15 her father died in the war between Iran and Iraq. My grandfather died in the war. My mother has 3 sisters and 2 brothers. My grandmother also never married after my grandfather died.

My family was in this other city and my mother was alone when my father died. My mother called her family, her mother and her brothers… my mother is the first child, she’s the oldest one. And everyone came to our city. My mother was 26. She was 16 when she had me.

“When I was 12, I also started working. My mother was alone and I had a little sister to take care of.“

She started working in some international business apartment, she opened a fast-food place. At first it was …. it was so small, like half of this room (he shows around the living room of his rented apartment). After that she started to work hard, night and day, every day. And fast-food work is really hard…. you don’t have weekends, you don’t have free days. In Iran it’s not like here: it’s Sunday, so the shops are closed. There, everyday is open.

When I was twelve, I also started working. My mother was alone and I had a little sister to take care of. That was a bit hard. I said I want to go to work and my mother didn’t want me working in fast-food. And we had some friends who said if you want to learn something, learn home planning. This will always be useful. When you’ll be thirty, it will still help you.

When I was fourteen, people knew me from word to mouth and I had work. And what was it… what was the problem for us? Hm, that was mixed. When my father died of a heart-attack, he was a political man, he was protesting against the regime. He was the leader of some group, a protest group. I don’t know exactly what these groups were about, I was really young and my mother never talked about it.

But I know my father was a leader and that his group didn’t like the regime. 35 years ago the regime in Iran changed. Iran was a kingdom country and it was the 5th best country in the world. Nederlanders (the Dutch people) also know the kings from Iran. Then they came to Iran and changed the regime. And now Iran is an Islamic Republic.

“They attacked him (my father) sometimes and the last time they came back to our house, he had a heart-attack.”

So my father was a protester, my grandfather was also a protester. They liked the king and they made a promise to the king that they would never accept another rule. And every year, my father was not at home for one month. He was in some place at the government, they asked him questions for one month. Every year, that was a problem. These people that would take him were like police, but more than police, like CIA or FBI.

They attacked him (my father) sometimes and the last time they came back to our house, he had a heart-attack. When my father died my mother was also active in these groups. But she never told me until I was 20. When I was 20, I could understand that.

After I also started working we put the money aside and we bought a nice house in our city; it was the best place in the city. Then it was cheaper than now, now it’s horrible, but it was so cheap 10 years ago. For 6 years we worked and then we bought a house. And then we worked, worked, worked and we bought another fast-food place that was bigger and we opened a kitchen. We made food and people bought it. And then, when I was 18-19, we had our own house and car, a good house, a big house, we had a lot of money.

“The last 3 years that I spent in Iran were the best years in my life. “

I had my own house. When I was eighteen I was taking my friends to my place.In Iranian money, the rent was 500,000 per month. That was cheap. When I got my house in Iran, one euro was about 12,000 Iranian Rials. My best memory was when I was 18. I had my house, my friend had a car, and every night we had girls in our house (he’s smiling). My friend was at the university and

every time he was with 3 or 4 girls and every night the house was full of girls. The last 3 years that I spent in Iran were the best years in my life. These three years seventeen, eighteen and nineteen were the best years of my life.

So what happened was that we had too many books, protest books, in the house. Books that belonged to my mother. But I never read them, because I don’t like reading books, I told you. (he laughs) Those books are prohibited in Iran. In the market, some people have a bookshop, they go to other cities, other countries, they get the books, but in an illegal way. That was the first book: from Khomeini to Khomeini. And the other book was about serial killers. That was one of the books, the other one was about the kings of Iran and that was a dangerous book.

“And when they are coming, you don’t know what they are going to do to you. You really don’t know.”

When someone is a protester, they have to check on that person. They don’t say “Hello! I want to do a check on you today or tomorrow”. They just come. And you don’t know when. And you don’t know what they will do when they come. Because they are not human, really.

Their children or their wives also don’t know they are in this work. They are 100 percent invisible. And they are so dangerous and they don’t have any feelings. And when they are coming, you don’t know what they are going to do to you. You really don’t know. And my mom had these books and some posters. They were hidden in the house, in some case. Her identity, everything was in the case. The case was locked in the closet. That was in May 2010.

It was the 1st of May. We were going to travel to another city to visit my mother’s friend. This was some lady with 2 girls, she also didn’t have a man. We went there, my mother gave a key to my grandmother, to watch the bloemen (flowers in Dutch) and the aquarium. I was with my friends. But we travelled together. That was the first of May.

We were travelling to another city, but my mother took our passports as well. We didn’t need them, but she wanted to bring the passports anyway. In Iran we have 2 identity cards, the first one is like a normal ID card, the second one is like a passport. So we were going to this other city. And we have some neighbours who lived right across from us. So my neighbour called my mother and she said “never come to the house” and my mother was “huh? never come back to house? why? what’s wrong? we call to my grandmother, no answer. Call, call, call. My mother said “something happened, but I don’t know what.”

And this city where we were was 5 hours away from home. My mother said “let’s come back”, but my mother’s friend said “no, don’t, maybe something happened. Only call”. We called my uncle and he said “yeah, they came to your house, they checked everything, they broke the doors, the Kasa (a cupboard) and they found it, they broke it and they saw everything.

“After one day, my grandmother called us and said “go out of Iran, wherever you can. Only go.”

                                                                        to be continued…

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on 23 February 2015

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  • Patricia Papuc said on Reply

    Thank you for a very interesting article Adina. I have a couple of questions for you.

    How did you convince Erfan to give you this interview?

    What is the perception of Dutch people towards refugees?

    How is the state tackling this issue?

    Are there many refugees in Holland?

    How many parts are there to Erfan`s story?

    Are you planning to interview other refugees as well?

    Many thanks in advance.

  • Adina said on Reply

    Thank you for your comment, Patricia! To answer all your questions:

    1. I know him for a year now. During our Dutch course we became friends and he talked willingly about this topic with me. I found his stories very interesting and because he knows me quite well by now and I also knew the story more or less, I approached him with this idea and I am grateful that he said yes.

    2. It is difficult to say. It’s divided. Unfortunately the media does not help. Last week I think there was a material on the news about old, retired persons who don’t get enough money and who aren’t properly taken care of and then about a refugee center that was being refurbished with new appliances. Putting these two news pieces together made it look like: there is no money for our people because the refugees are getting fancy washing machines. At the same time, there is also an effort to increase tolerance and understanding, but a lot of work is still needed.

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