How I got close to my highest definition of Solidarity.
This is the story of how a woman who moved to Sweden and started to take Swedish classes together with other non-Swedes got to know real solidarity.
Picture taken in Lisbon, Rossio square.
"Ha lugar para todos" means "there is a place for everybody".
It's 8.13 am in Åmål
Time to bike to the Swedish class
Streets full of snow
Welcome the folk "god morgon".
It's 8.30 am in Åmål
Time to start for the Swedish class
It's January and cold
But cycling was warm.
Every day
Every class
Every session
Is a support lesson.
Swedish is what I study
Solidarity is what I learn
From each and every classmate of mine
Signs of support intertwine.
All of us with a migration background
Different the origins,
The streets crossed and the wounds
But not different in the class that for ourselves we have found.
We are all the same in this common playground
Helping each other without any bounds
Patience and respect are our vows
In order for the growth of each and every one of us to allow.
And even though many come from really hard times
They are still patient and respectful towards the last one who arrived
Waiting for everybody to express what they have in their minds
until every element of the class is to the same page aligned.
Presence, safety and closeness are what the classroom surrounds
There's a familiar environment all around
Syrian women's chairs so close that they seem together bound
In order to create a world where integration is central - not the being hidebound.
Presence, safety and closeness
As solidarity means to fight the coldness
Understanding and empathy against the dryness
We'll always choose over anger, kindness.
It's 11 am in Åmål, the session is over now
But not the lesson we learnt somehow about
Patience and respect, which will always be our vows
In order for the growth of each and everyone of us to allow.
Włochy
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