Barat Ali Batoor: My desperate journey with a human smuggler

翻译人员: Melody Tang 校对人员: Gena Volz

I am a Hazara,

我是个哈扎拉族人，

and the homeland of my people is Afghanistan.

我族人的祖国是阿富汗。

Like hundreds of thousands of other Hazara kids,

和数十万别的哈扎拉孩子一样，

I was born in exile.

我在父母流亡時出生。

The ongoing persecution and operation against the Hazaras

针对哈扎拉族人的持续迫害，

forced my parents to leave Afghanistan.

迫使我的父母离开了阿富汗。

This persecution has had a long history going back to the late 1800s,

这种迫害有很长的历史了， 可以追溯到19世纪末，

and the rule of King Abdur Rahman.

阿布杜尔·拉赫曼汗国王统治时期。

He killed 63 percent of the Hazara population.

他杀害了63%的哈扎拉族人，

He built minarets with their heads.

用他们的头颅搭建起了尖塔(穆斯林宣礼塔)。

Many Hazaras were sold into slavery,

许多哈扎拉族人被卖身为奴，

and many others fled the country for neighboring Iran and Pakistan.

还有很多逃离了祖国， 到了邻国伊朗和巴基斯坦。

我的父母也逃亡到了巴基斯坦，

My parents also fled to Pakistan,

and settled in Quetta, where I was born.

并定居在了奎达，我的出生地。

After the September 11 attack on the Twin Towers,

911双子塔袭击过后，

I got a chance to go to Afghanistan

我得到了一个去阿富汗的机会

for the first time, with foreign journalists.

那是我第一次去，是和外国记者一起

I was only 18, and I got a job working as an interpreter.

我那时才18岁， 我得到一个翻译员的工作。

After four years,

四年后，

I felt it was safe enough to move to Afghanistan permanently,

我觉得足够安全， 所以就搬到阿富汗长期定居了，

and I was working there as a documentary photographer,

我在那里从事纪实摄影工作。

and I worked on many stories.

我记录了许多故事。

One of the most important stories that I did

我记录的重要故事里，

was the dancing boys of Afghanistan.

有一个是关于阿富汗跳舞的男孩们。

那个悲惨的故事记录的 是一项可怕的传统。

It is a tragic story about an appalling tradition.

It involves young kids dancing for warlords

故事里的那些年轻男孩子，

and powerful men in the society.

为军阀和有权有势的男人跳舞。

These boys are often abducted or bought from their poor parents,

这些年轻男孩大多是被绑架来 或者是因贫穷被人从他们父母那买来的，

and they are put to work as sex slaves.

他们被迫成为性奴隶。

This is Shukur.

这是修库尔。

He was kidnapped from Kabul by a warlord.

他在喀布爾被一个军阀绑架后。

He was taken to another province,

被带到另一个省，

where he was forced to work as a sex slave for the warlord and his friends.

在那里他被迫成为 那个军阀和他的朋友的性奴隶。

When this story was published in the Washington Post,

当这个故事刊登在《华盛顿邮报》时，

我开始收到死亡威胁，

I started receiving death threats,

and I was forced to leave Afghanistan,

然后我被迫离开阿富汗，

as my parents were.

就象以前我父母一样。

Along with my family, I returned back to Quetta.

带着我的家人，我回到了奎達。

The situation in Quetta had changed dramatically since I left in 2005.

那时的奎达和2005年我离开时 有了非常大的变化。

Once a peaceful haven for the Hazaras,

它曾经是哈扎拉人的和平天堂，

it had now turned into the most dangerous city in Pakistan.

现在它已变成巴基斯坦最危险的城市。

Hazaras are confined into two small areas,

哈扎拉人被限制在两个小区里，

and they are marginalized socially, educationally, and financially.

他们在社会，教育和经济方面 都受到排斥。

這是纳迪尔。

This is Nadir.

I had known him since my childhood.

我从小就认识他。

He was injured when his van was ambushed by terrorists in Quetta.

有一次，他的小巴士被奎达的恐怖分子伏击， 他也因此受伤了。

He later died of his injuries.

后来他不治身亡。

Around 1,600 Hazara members

大约1600哈扎拉人

had been killed in various attacks,

因为各种袭击而死。

and around 3,000 of them were injured,

另外有大约3000人受伤，

and many of them permanently disabled.

他们许多人终生残废。

The attacks on the Hazara community would only get worse,

针对哈扎拉人社区的攻击愈演愈烈，

所以一点也不意外，很多人都想逃离。

so it was not surprising that many wanted to flee.

After Afghanistan, Iran, Pakistan,

在阿富汗、伊朗、巴基斯坦以外，

Australia is home to the fourth largest population of Hazaras in the world.

澳洲是世界上哈扎拉人最多的 第四个国家。

When it came time to leave Pakistan,

当要离开巴基斯坦的时候，

澳洲似乎是理所当然的选择。

Australia seemed the obvious choice.

因为经济关系， 我们只能负担得起一个人离开，

Financially, only one of us could leave,

and it was decided that I would go,

大家决定那个人应该是我。

in the hope that if I arrived at my destination safely,

这样的话，如果我能安全抵达目的地，

I could work to get the rest of my family to join me later.

我就可以工作赚钱， 然后再把其他人接过去，一家团圆。

We all knew about the risks,

我们都清楚风险，

and how terrifying the journey is,

也知道这个旅程多么可怕，

and I met many people who lost loved ones at sea.

我见过许多人， 他们的挚爱都(这样)死在海里。

It was a desperate decision to take, to leave everything behind,

要抛下一切，这是个孤注一掷的决定，

and no one makes this decision easily.

没有谁能轻易的做此决定。

If I had been able to simply fly to Australia,

假如我能飞到澳洲，那就简单了，

it would have taken me less than 24 hours.

根本都不用超过24小时。

But getting a visa was impossible.

但那时想要拿到签证可是难于登天。

My journey was much longer,

我的旅程长得多，

much more complicated,

也复杂得多，

and certainly more dangerous,

当然也更危险。

traveling to Thailand by air,

我先是飞到泰国，

and then by road and boat to Malaysia and into Indonesia,

然后坐车加坐船到马来西亚， 然后到印尼。

paying people and smugglers all the way

我们一路上花钱买通走私者，

and spending a lot of time hiding

大多时间在躲藏，

and a lot of time in fear of being caught.

也随时担心被抓到。

在印尼，我加入了一个寻求庇护者的 7人团体。

In Indonesia, I joined a group of seven asylum seekers.

We all shared a bedroom

我们住在雅加達附近叫做茂物(Bogor)的镇,

in a town outside of Jakarta called Bogor.

挤在同一间房里。

After spending a week in Bogor,

在茂物镇一星期后，

three of my roommates left for the perilous journey,

三个我的室友离开了， 去了一个危险的旅程。

and we got the news two days later

我们在两天后得到消息：

that a distressed boat sank in the sea en route to Christmas Island.

一艘超载船只 在前往圣诞岛的途中沉没。

We found out that our three roommates -- Nawroz, Jaffar and Shabbir --

我们发现我们的同伴-- 纳若兹、贾法儿和萨比儿--

were also among those.

也在这艘船上。

Only Jaffar was rescued.

只有贾法儿获救。

Shabbir and Nawroz were never seen again.

萨比儿和纳若兹从此失踪。

It made me think,

这个事件让我思考，

am I doing the right thing?

我在做的事是对的吗？

I concluded I really had no other choice but to go on.

我的结论是： 没有其他选择，只能继续向前。

A few weeks later, we got the call from the people smuggler

几个星期后，我们接到人蛇的电话，

to alert us that the boat is ready for us to commence our sea journey.

告知我们，要搭的船已经准备好， 我们可以开始海上旅程了。

Taken in the night towards the main vessel

一天晚上我们被带着坐上汽艇，

on a motorboat,

前往搭乘(去澳洲的)大船。

we boarded an old fishing boat that was already overloaded.

我们上了一艘已经超载的老旧渔船。

There were 93 of us,

我们总共有93个人，

and we were all below deck.

全都藏在甲板下，

No one was allowed up on the top.

不许到船面上。

We all paid 6,000 dollars each

我们每个人都付了6000美元，

for this part of the trip.

就为了这一段路。

The first night and day went smoothly,

第一晚和白天很顺利，

but by the second night, the weather turned.

但是第二天晚上，天气变了。

Waves tossed the boat around, and the timbers groaned.

海浪翻腾，渔船颠簸， 船身的木条嘎吱作响。

People below deck were crying, praying, recalling their loved ones.

甲板下的人们，哭泣着， 祈祷着，思念着他们的挚爱。

They were screaming.

大家都在拼命叫喊。

It was a terrible moment.

那是非常可怕的时刻。

It was like a scene from doomsday,

像是世界末日的景象，

or maybe like one of those scenes from those Hollywood movies

或像是好莱坞电影里

that shows that everything is breaking apart

出现的镜头:一切都在分崩瓦解，

and the world is just ending.

世界正在消亡。

It was happening to us for real.

这些都真实的发生在我们身边。

We didn't have any hope.

我们陷入了绝望。

Our boat was floating like a matchbox on the water

我们的船就像火柴盒在水里漂浮，

without any control.

完全不受控制。

The waves were much higher than our boat,

海浪比我们的船高许多，

and the water poured in faster than the motor pumps could take it out.

海水不断的涌入船内， 快过了马达把水泵出去的速度。

We all lost hope.

我们都失去了信心。

We thought, this is the end.

我们想，这是我们的终点了。

We were watching our deaths,

我们会眼睁睁的看着自己死去，

and I was documenting it.

而我一直在记录。

船长告诉我们，

The captain told us

that we are not going to make it,

我们不可能成功，

we have to turn back the boat.

我们必须回头。

We went on the deck

我们去到甲板上，

and turned our torches on and off

把我们的手电筒点亮和熄灭，

to attract the attention of any passing boat.

希望能吸引其他经过的船的注意。

We kept trying to attract their attention by waving our life jackets and whistling.

我们不断尝试 用挥动救生衣和吹口哨来引起注意。

Eventually, we made it to a small island.

最后，我们到达了一个小岛。

Our boat crashing onto the rocks,

我们的船撞到岩石，

I slipped into the water

我滑落到水里，

and destroyed my camera, whatever I had documented.

照相机和我记录的一切都没了，

But luckily, the memory card survived.

幸运的是，记忆卡并没坏。

It was a thick forest.

(岛上)是一片茂密的森林。

We all split up into many groups as we argued over what to do next.

我们为下一步怎么走而争吵， 分裂成了好多组，

We were all scared and confused.

我们都非常害怕和迷茫。

Then, after spending the night on the beach,

然后，在海滩上过了一夜后，

we found a jetty and coconuts.

我们发现一个码头和椰子。

We hailed a boat from a nearby resort,

我们向从附近的度假村过来的一艘船大叫，

and then were quickly handed over to Indonesian water police.

然后我们很快就被交给印尼的水警。

At Serang Detention Center,

在西朗看守所，

an immigration officer came and furtively strip-searched us.

一个移民官过来偷偷的 对我们做了脱衣搜身检查。

He took our mobile, my $300 cash,

他拿走我们的手机，我的300美元现金，

our shoes that we should not be able to escape,

还有我们的鞋子以防我们逃走。

but we kept watching the guards, checking their movements,

但是我们一直观察那些守卫， 注意他们的一举一动。

and around 4 a.m. when they sat around a fire,

大概在清晨4点，当他们围坐在火边，

we removed two glass layers from an outside facing window

我们取下一扇外窗的两层玻璃，

and slipped through.

然后溜了出去。

We climbed a tree next to an outer wall that was topped with the shards of glass.

我们爬到上面布满碎玻璃的 外墙旁边的一棵树，

We put the pillow on that

我们把枕头放在外墙上，

and wrapped our forearms with bedsheets

用床单裹住我们的前臂

and climbed the wall,

然后爬出围墙，

and we ran away with bare feet.

我们赤脚逃离那里。

I was free,

我自由了，

with an uncertain future,

但却前路茫茫，

no money.

身无分文。

The only thing I had was the memory card with the pictures and footage.

我仅有的东西是 那个存有相片和录像资料的记忆卡。

When my documentary was aired on SBS Dateline,

当我的记录片 在SBS Dateline 节目播出时，

many of my friends came to know about my situation,

许多我的朋友才得知我的情况，

and they tried to help me.

他们尝试帮助我。

They did not allow me to take any other boat to risk my life.

他们不准我再冒着生命危险搭船。

I also decided to stay in Indonesia and process my case through UNHCR,

我也决定留在印尼 向联合国难民署申请庇护。

but I was really afraid that I would end up in Indonesia

但是我也很担心我从此终结在印尼，

for many years doing nothing and unable to work,

许多年无所事事也无法工作，

like every other asylum seeker.

就象其他的寻求庇护者一样。

But it had happened to be a little bit different with me.

但是最后我的境遇有些不同。

I was lucky.

我很幸运。

My contacts worked to expedite my case through UNHCR,

我的熟人想办法请联合国难民署(UNHCR) 加速处理了我的案件，

and I got resettled in Australia in May 2013.

在2013年5月，我被重新安排去了澳洲。

Not every asylum seeker is lucky like me.

并非每一个寻求庇护者都和我一样幸运。

It is really difficult to live a life with an uncertain fate, in limbo.

茫然无措的活着真的很难受。

The issue of asylum seekers in Australia

寻求庇护者的问题，

has been so extremely politicized

在澳洲已被极端的政治化，

that it has lost its human face.

以至于它已失去了人性的一面。

The asylum seekers have been demonized and then presented to the people.

寻求庇护者们为大众所知的面目 都已经被妖魔化了。

I hope my story and the story of other Hazaras

我希望我和其他哈扎拉人的故事，

could shed some light to show the people

在某种程度上，能让大家进一步了解

how these people are suffering in their countries of origin,

（寻求庇护者)他们在祖国是多么受苦，

and how they suffer,

他们怎样的历尽磨难，

why they risk their lives to seek asylum.

为何他们会如此不顾性命的寻求庇护。

Thank you.

谢谢。

(Applause)

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