Turin's CIE - International University College of Turin
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G.’S STORY (INTERVIEW 21)<br />
When we interviewed G. he had been inside <strong>CIE</strong> for ten days and his story immediately<br />
struck us. His answer to one <strong>of</strong> our first questions – “What is your country <strong>of</strong> origin?” – was<br />
as decisive as bewildering: “Italy!”<br />
As a matter <strong>of</strong> fact, G. was born in Italy in 1983 from a Moroccan mother and an Italian<br />
father. His father did not recognise him legally since at the time <strong>of</strong> G.’s birth his father was<br />
in prison. G. has a birth certificate stating he was born in Italy from a Moroccan mother<br />
but his Italian father is not mentioned therein.<br />
A short time after G.’s birth, his mother decided to go back to her home country and to her<br />
family because in Italy she was completely alone with her baby and to her great distress<br />
nobody was willing to help her, not even the family <strong>of</strong> G.’s father. Therefore, G. went to<br />
Morocco with his mother when he was nine months old and he was raised by his mother<br />
and continued to live in Morocco until the age <strong>of</strong> twenty-two. Meanwhile, in 1999 G.’s<br />
father died.<br />
In 2006, G. decided to leave Morocco for Italy, feeling that half <strong>of</strong> his identity was Italian:<br />
“I came back to Italy because I wanted to claim my rights because I was born here in Italy<br />
and my father was Italian”. His decision to leave for Italy was not an easy one and his<br />
mother was actually against this idea, given the bad experiences she had had as a young<br />
woman in Italy. Nonetheless, G. paid about 5,000 euros cash and entered Italy irregularly<br />
by boat.<br />
G. went to Padua because he knew that he could find his father’s family there. He was<br />
hoping they could help him to get Italian documents but his hopes were soon shattered.<br />
They categorically refused to help him or to have anything to do with him: “in my family I<br />
only found racists”. In particular, G. has an older half-brother because before meeting G.’s<br />
mother, G.’s father was married to an Italian woman and had a child with her. G. asked his<br />
half-brother to do genetic tests together with him, in order to prove that they both have<br />
the same Italian father. Although at first his half-brother seemed to be helpful, in the end<br />
he refused to do these genetic tests. G. believes that his half-brother was worried that if G.<br />
was legally recognised as his half-brother then G. might be able to claim part <strong>of</strong> his<br />
father’s inheritance. This situation caused G. great frustration and disappointment: “when<br />
I came to Italy I thought it would have been completely different. I thought Italy was<br />
completely different. I thought they would have provided me with documents. I thought my<br />
family would have helped me”.<br />
After working on a farm for one year without a regular contract, G. found himself<br />
unemployed. Shortly after he run out <strong>of</strong> money, he met “the wrong people” and he began<br />
stealing. Caught by the police, he was sentenced to prison and spent seven months and<br />
fifteen days in jail. Once out <strong>of</strong> prison G. wanted to change town in order to transform his<br />
life and avoid the bad crowd that he had been part <strong>of</strong>. So, G. came to <strong>Turin</strong> where he had<br />
some Moroccan friends who were long-term residents. After three months in <strong>Turin</strong> G. was<br />
caught by the police on the street: “They took me to Questura, they kept me in Questura for<br />
one day and then they took me here [inside <strong>CIE</strong>]. I asked the people, “what is this?” And, they<br />
told me, “it is a reception centre [centro di accoglienza] for migrants””.<br />
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