Life As Immigrant At The Notorious Pantanella In Via Casilina Rome

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma Novembre 1990 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan, Bangladesh, Africani tra cui (Joel Savage) Panoramica della Pantanella. Rome

As a child growing up in a strongly religious family, I was thought that everything which is opposite to the teachings of the Holy Bible, including laziness is a sin. I tried my best to live a clean life. We were thought to believe that Israel, Jerusalem, and other Biblical countries were all in heaven, without a slight knowledge those countries were on the same earth we are living today.

When I left my family looking for a job, I tried to be sincere and prevented doing anything wrong which could land me in jail. I read that jail changes people’s attitude to be good or worse. But I wasn’t interested to know the positive or negative influences of jail on people. My only interest is never to be there because it’s not the right place for me.

In the year 1990, from Lagos, Nigeria, I made a transit in Rome, on my way to German. In Rome, I was detained at the Fiumicino airport. The Italian immigration regularly does that to many foreigners, especially Africans. Like a tourist, I walked around the airport lounge without a room to sleep and food for three days. On the third, I was really starving, so I approached one of the immigration officials and said to him that I am hungry. He looked at my face and asked me “Am I your father?” Then he walked away.

Without knowing what the officials have in store for me, I handed over an application for asylum as a journalist and it worked, because I have some few publications over my profession on me. On the fourth day, from nowhere came one of the immigration officers, he said to me: “Your application has been accepted, today the police will come to take you to Rome.” I was shocked beyond expression.

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.

 The good Samaritan didn’t only deliver the unexpected message, but he pulled out from his pocket a number of notes and said to me: “I don’t want my colleagues to see me giving you money, buy some food to eat at the airport.” I didn’t take the money. I told him: “This important information you have given to me has taken all the hunger away, thank you.” He walked away with his money.

On the fourth day, the police came, just as the officer told me and took me in a police car to the city, Rome, and left me there to fight for my survival. Without anywhere to sleep, I passed all my nights at the Central Train Station. Among other Africans, we watched a big television screen during the day to forget our misery, then in the night, I go to sleep at my hiding place. The police and the workers at the train station never discovered the place I slept.

After some time, I discovered places where I could eat every day without paying for food. I could take my bath and take some clothes. One of such places was at ‘Via Dandolo.’ Daniela, the head of the Caritas (Charity) at Via Dandolo, was a very good woman, but one of her female workers was a very bad woman. A thief. Since we had no address, our letters passed through the Caritas at Via Dandola and this woman took the opportunity to steal money from our letters.

I caught her twice, so I wasn’t surprised when I lost the 10 pounds a friend sent me from England, but I didn’t tell Daniela about it. Through the Caritas, I had my initial lessons and attended classes to learn the Italian. I was one of the best immigrants who could write and speak the language fluently, yet my life was miserable because I was still sleeping at the train station.

In Rome, I was robbed, admitted and operated at a hospital, but the nurse refused to touch me, because of my color, thus; every morning when on duty, she calls someone to attend to me, but she had time for every Italian patient at the hospital. I was once sitting in the hospital’s garden after the operation, when an Italian old man, one of the patients came close to me, looked at my face and said to me: “Marocchino motaccizoa.” – an insult, after mistakenly taken me as a Moroccan. I didn’t say a word.

Then all of a sudden, as if it was announced on the radio, all the immigrants in Rome, without accommodation, discovered an abandoned Pasta factory called ‘Pantanella.’ Pantanella is notoriously known for all criminal activities, including drug peddling and crime, similar to drug cartel zones of Mexico. One needs strength, courage, heart and braveness to survive at that place. Italians think they are brave, but many of them dare to pass Via Casilina, the street Pantanella is located in the night.

That was the place I lived and worked as a toilet cleaner for thousands of immigrants, using six containers as toilets, to raise money to feed. I was employed by the Muslim head at the place. It’s terrible and frightening to live at Pantenella. It wasn’t a prison, but the place, I think was tough like Alcatraz, because of the criminal activities many illegal immigrants engaged in feeding.

 

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Scoppia un incendio durante lo sgombero Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.A fire during the evacuation

The abandoned factory accommodated both soft and hardened criminals from various countries, including Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, Africa etc. I lived in Pantanella for four months, and the Italian government tired of the crimes going on in that abandoned Pasta factory ejected all the foreigners.

But the Italian government did something great for the African immigrants. Something we weren’t expecting. The government paid for two weeks stay in a hotel for all the Africans, with the ultimatum that before the two weeks expired, we should find a place on our own to live.

Through a very good sympathetic woman called Nana, (she died in Rome a few years ago) I got a job as a houseboy to serve one journalist called Claudio Lavazza, working at television station TG2, belonging to the former Italian Prime Minister, Sylvio Berlusconi. He provided me accommodation and paid me well. Besides, he gave me the new version of Fiat Cinque Cento (500) to drive. It may be likely that I was the first black man in the entire Italy to drive the new Fiat Cinque Cento when it freshly came out. I met other journalist friends of Claudio, including Michele Cucuzza.

After three years, I said goodbye to Rome and returned to Africa. I married and returned to Europe once again but this time choosing Amsterdam. ‘Overseas Chronicle: The Rome and Amsterdam Experience’ is a book once started you’ll find it hard to put away, because of the shocking intriguing stories in the book. Find out more of what happened to me in Rome and later in Holland, which led me to detention in Amsterdam.

 

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The Fight Against Terrorism Is The Responsibility Of Everyone, Not The Police Alone

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France police ready for action against terrorism

Do you know the reason some people like to bully other people? Because they see fear in the eyes of their victims. Terrorists are cruel, pitiless, savage and people without conscience, because their aim is to destroy, cause panic and fear in public and to kill. When they are successfully with such atrocities, they feel happy and say it loud “Allahu Akbar-God is great.

As a matter of fact, I don’t know the kind of God terrorists worship. If they claim ‘God is great,’ then they shouldn’t kill for a great God. It’s because the God they worship is a ‘WEAK GOD’ the reason they kill for him. There is no normal person on earth, who would put explosives on his body, enter where defenseless people, including children are and detonate to kill them.

I don’t have friends and the little friends near me are all scared to die, because of the nature of articles I write. Those I’ve lost contact with, because of a missing phone, wouldn’t like to give me back their numbers. The fear that when I’m in trouble, they may probably be implicated, because I have their numbers, is haunting them.

I feel very sorry for them, because the coward dies million times before their real death. In fact the only courageous man ever to live in this world that has been my best friend, is Holland’s Scientist and Micro-surgeon, Professor Johan Van Dongen. He is brave enough to tell the world that: Aids and Ebola were medical crimes against Africa.

Fear, is a psychological disease many people including Africans have. It is this fear that Islamic terrorists have observed among nations. Depending on the fears of people, terrorists use it as advantage to strike. The Charlie Hebdo deadly attack  and the recent  events in France; leaving dozens dead in shootings and explosions, are some of the terrible things terrorists can do.

The significant question is: If everyone wants to go heaven but nobody is prepared to die, because of fear, who is going to help the police to thwart terrorists actions? The harvest is plentiful but the labourers are few. Terrorism is a universal crime planned against humanity, the police therefore needs help from the general public to make investigations easier.

How can we make it easier for the police to fight against terrorism? Since terrorism poses a grave threat to national security and the lives of individual, the public has invaluable role to play in the fight against terrorists, violent extremists and other criminals. The public shouldn’t keep any information about terrorism. The police are there to help every time and in this crucial time. This is the time everyone should play the role as an investigator and informant.

I am Living But Inactive

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I am neither in jail nor dead. I am still living but inactive. As a fearless critic writer, when ever I am not online for a number of days, many think something terrible has happened to me. I am not scared of anything terribly happening to me, because what ever happens to me benefits me. I don’t run away from fights, because you will live to fight another day.

My wife, the children and I, moved into a new house, which has been our dream for many years. God lifts those who lift up themselves. That’s one of my plans for a better integration and education for my children. I haven’t been online over a week now, because I have no access to internet until September 16, 2015.

I have missed reading the articles of my favourite writers and bloggers at WordPress, Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn. I will be back very soon to spread the provocative, taunting, educative, nightmare and arrow piercing flesh articles. You can only like the articles of Joel Savage, if you are friend of ‘Truth.” I am happy to have friends that live in the realms of truth. Thank you all my followers.