The ongoing state of emergency engenders instability in immigrants placement and is characterized by frequent transfers. These transfers are decided depending on necessities other than speeding up the immigrant’s asylum request process or the integration in our country. Despite their continuous transfers, immigrants are sometime able to establish relationships with the locals: they leave phone numbers; they build small but resistant networks depending on their luck and possibilities.
Following one of these frail traces, I decide to visit two centres of first and second reception, located in Vittoria, a small town in the Ragusa district. Several North African and Eastern European citizens have lived here for several years, working in the greenhouses of the interland. I first visit the coop. SPRAR centre for minors “Nostra Signora di Gulfi”, which manages two communities for unaccompanied minors in Chiaramonte Gulfi and one SPRAR centre for adults asylum seekers. I am received by the responsible of the centre, Noemi, who shows me around. The centre consists of a house on two floors, located in the city centre. According to Noemi, since April 2014 the centre is active as a SPRAR hosting 8 boys between 12 and 17 years old. They come from Gambia, Senegal, Guinea Bissau, Ghana and Egypt. Most of them arrived during the last sorting round in June. When I meet some of the guests the focus is precisely on the transfers issue. Since they are minors, those previously located in other districts had to change their legal tutor once in Vittoria. Therefore, two out of the eight boys have been waiting for three months for a judge’s decision. They are forced to watch while their international protection request freezes. Indeed the process cannot go on to the following step, namely the interview with the Commission, until they are not assigned to a tutor. Additionally, it is difficult for the only welfare worker in town to regularly assist all the boys given their large numbers. The boys attend daily literacy classes at home and in a few weeks they will start attending evening classes at the adult professional training centre. “We are activating job scholarships and we work to increase their responsibility also by managing the centre. With the operators’ help, the boys clean common spaces and importantly they cook their own meals”, says Noemi. While we speak, M. is cooking rice and listening to reggae music while the others dry clothes or communicate with friends and families through internet. “Sometimes they are so embittered by bureaucracy slowness that they threaten a “white strike”, that is no more study. “Who can blame them?”, concludes Noemi, providing another cross section of a system in a state of constant emergency that can be no longer be excused.
I definitively find a more lively environment in the afternoon, when I visit the two first reception centres of the social cooperative Area, located a few meters away from the monumental council villa. The president Matilde Farina introduces me to operators and guests, around twenty migrants, housed in two different apartments. The cooperative started this service in November 2013, training the operators who previously took care of elders, disabled persons and persons with psychic disorders. The co-op now can count also on the collaboration with a cultural mediator and literacy teachers.
In the first apartment I meet B., who comes from Gambia. He speaks slowly but follows our conversation. “My problem is not to understand, but to speak Italian! I first arrived in Pozzallo in June, then from there I was transferred here, but I still don’t have documents. I am trying to learn Italian, but what else can I do without documents?”. Some of his friends received the Commission denial and now have a permit as claimants, but they need an extension in order to stay in this centre. In the meanwhile new migrants arrive, and the operators add extemporary beds because they don’t have the heart to leave them on the street. “In this area it’s easy to fall in the racket of exploitation and of task-work, which is paid few euros per day”, tells me Matilde. In a room at the last floor of the house I meet three young men from Bangladesh who speak poor English and just smile. They share the room with a young man from Mali, with whom they established a peaceful cohabitation. No matter what, within a few days they would be transferred to another first reception centre.