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115 Das Overcrowden Apartments;

Wolfsberg - Thursday:

Hello again, from your dear friend Mustapha; your friendly neighbourhood illegal - excuse me, irregulated immigrant.

Yes, and as you can see from the address, I am now in wonderful Germany and living my dreams, by working on the productions line at the very famous car makings Volkeswagen.

Little did I think, when I been back home in Mogadishu, that this dream would ever become a true one. I was even more doubting of success when, for nearly two years, I live in that cage in Malta. But sometimes dreams do come true, because as you can see from the photo, here I is.

And in this letter I will like to thank all the peoples who help me in my questing.

First there is my good friend and brother Norbert Jowell. This fine Maltese man was so happy to see me get to my destinies in Germany that he preach to the peoples in the streets that they must help all of us to go out from our Malta cages and make a good lives for myselves in big Europa.

So thank you, my brother Norbert, and may Allah bring bounteous blessing on top of you, and many wives and 'contrabines' as well.

Then I must thank my other Malteser very friend and brother Leli. For it was Leli what sailed me and two hundred other mens like as me was, near to the shore coast of Sicilia, to make me the permits to swim to the land of Europa and Sicilia. How muchly I must thanks to my brother Leli and his ship, the wondrousful Leaky Luzzu.

And here I must say prayers for all those of my fellows illegal, sorry, irregular emigrants, who could not swim so good like me and who is still washing up from the coast shores of Sicilia and even Malta. May Allah protect them and bring them plenty virgins to play with in Paradise.

Unfortune then made me sad in Sicilia because I spend it all my moneys to ask my brother Leli to take me to Europa in Sicilia, and Leli take what I got left, so as I not too much weights to swim to the coast shore.

Praise be Leli for do so. But - when I got in Sicilia I got no moneys to go any place. Never mind, I pray to Allah to help to me and he send me Salvatore from Paradise, or Palermo... same thing, so as to help me arrive to Germany.

May Allah bestow 10,000 slaughtered goats on Salvatore. For it is Salvatore who give me first-class berth in hims container truck, so as to take me all through Italia and close to my desty-nation.

And I am sure it is not from Salvatore's mistakes that we don't go near to Germany, but drive to Turkey - which is, as everybody, even the infidel, know is very near to Germany. And I know it is not from the fault from Salvatore that some of the other first-class passengers in Salvatore's container get a bit suffocated and don't keep making breath.

But Allah is great and he know that with not so many people making breath, it will leave enough for me Mustapha to make breath for myself, even if I do spend 10 days in the Istanbul hospitals, when Salvatore bring me to there.

So Allah be praised and Salvatore also for deliver me to holy Islamics Turkey, where I hitch a ride, many rides... many, many rides through Greece, Serbia, Slovenia, Austria... to Germany, my destinations.

And now here I do be in the Islamic Republic of Germany and with a moneys paid work in the Volkeswagens factory. Never would I thinks that Allah would make things so good for me that he give to me this works in the painting shop.

I don't even care they don't give me the mask so as not to breathe it in the paint fumes, even if I do got a cough since I start to work here. I is in Germany, where I belong to.

Allah al akbar!