Surviving a shipwreck in the Mediterranean: Ali’s journey

More than a thousand people drowned trying to reach Europe by boat last week. The survivors of the tragedies have harrowing stories to tell. Ali spoke to our staff in a reception centre on the Italian island of Lampedusa. He had just been rescued from a shipwreck.

My name is Ali and I come from Somalia. I am 15 years old.

When I was nine, I was separated from my family and moved to the capital, Mogadishu, where I lived with friends in the Yaaqshiid area. There, I learned English and worked cleaning shoes for soldiers.

Just over three months ago, I left Somalia. There are lots of problems there – fighting, drought, famine. I’m looking for a better life. I’d like to go to Norway.

From Somalia to Libya in a pick-up truck

I was travelling with a friend. His father paid for us both to make the trip across the desert from Somalia to Libya. It was long and hard, across several countries in a pick-up truck – Ethiopia, Sudan, Libya. My friend didn’t make it. He fell out of the back of the truck because the people smugglers were driving at high speed across the Sahara.

The smugglers stopped the car and went back to check if my friend was OK, but he wasn’t. We buried him in the desert. He was 19 years old. When I later called his father to tell him the news, it was a very difficult conversation to have.

Around three months after leaving Somalia, we arrived in Tripoli. We were there for around a week, in a large house with lots of other people. The people smugglers put Somalis and Eritreans in different houses. Our captors were very bad people; they hit my friends. They also had guns – big ones and pistols.

The man with the boat asked me for more money to make the trip to Europe – US$1,900. I had no money or family who could pay, but other people in the house helped me to get enough money to make the trip. The man lied to us – he told us he had a fibreglass boat, but it was an inflatable plastic boat.

Before we left, there was an accident where we were being held in Tripoli. Some of the travellers were cooking with gas, and people were smoking nearby. A gas canister caught fire and exploded, and 10 people died. We buried them in Tripoli.

Another 22 people, all from Eritrea, had serious injuries – they were completely burnt by the fire. But the smugglers forced them onto the boat anyway.

Leaving Libya: ‘The worst hours of my life’

We boarded the boat late on 16 April and we left Tripoli at around midnight. There were more than 70 of us – including the badly injured. In all, we were around 45 Somalis, 24 Eritreans, two Bangladeshis and two Ghanaians.

At around 9 or 9.30 am, the air started going out of the boat. People rushed to the front of the boat to try to put pressure on the hole. We used a satellite phone to call for help. It was six hours before the rescue ship came.

Those six hours were the worst moments of my life. I thought I would never live again. People were praying out loud, asking God for forgiveness.

At around 3pm, the rescue ship came – a grey boat from Italy’s Guardia di Finanza.

I felt like I was born again.

My friends from the boat are all OK, but the injured were very badly hurt after the journey. One woman from Eritrea died of her burns. Another woman had a two-year-old son but other people on the boat took him because she was seriously injured. So they were split up when we arrived in Lampedusa.

Now we have shelter, we have food, we thank God for saving us. And we thank Italy.

Many are dying. People from Somalia will continue to travel – in my country there is no peace; no work.

Here in Lampedusa I saw a sign that I liked. It says governments should save lives, not borders. I would like to tell governments to do that.

Please sign our petition calling on the UK government to lead the way in saving lives through a united European search and rescue operation