Do you really own “your” home – The conspiracy behind the Housing Bonds in Asmara.
This article is meant to draw attention to some of the accomplishments of Eritrean Diaspora once they establish themselves in their host country where the rule of law and human rights are respected.
By Shân Ross
SMILING and signing autographs in the hospitality tent in Holyrood Park after the World Cross Country Championships in Edinburgh last year, the team of athletes representing Eritrea gave no indication of the dangerous action they were about to take.
By Shân RossSMILING and signing autographs in the hospitality tent in Holyrood Park after the World Cross Country Championships in Edinburgh last year, the team of athletes representing Eritrea gave no indication of the dangerous action they were about to take.
Eritrea’s national football team, who have gone missing in Kenya, are welcome to return home, officials say.
Information Minister Ali Abdu told the BBC they would get a “good welcome” despite “betraying” their country. He confirmed reports that 12 players had not returned from a regional tournament in Kenya
Eritrea’s national football team, who have gone missing in Kenya, are welcome to return home, officials say.
Information Minister Ali Abdu told the BBC they would get a “good welcome” despite “betraying” their country. He confirmed reports that 12 players had not returned from a regional tournament in Kenya
The first thing you notice is the smell. Sour and rancid, it cuts at the back of your throat; a powerful combination of rotting food, urine and sweat. Next it’s the flies, lots of them, circling in a frenzy. Then, out of the gloom, a pair of eyes emerges, and another – and then the shape of a young man, sleeping deeply on one of the grubby mattresses that line the floor of this derelict place. A few minutes from the centre of Calais, this is “Africa house”, so called because of the 40 or 50 Eritrean asylum seekers who now squat here, waiting and hoping.
The first thing you notice is the smell. Sour and rancid, it cuts at the back of your throat; a powerful combination of rotting food, urine and sweat. Next it’s the flies, lots of them, circling in a frenzy. Then, out of the gloom, a pair of eyes emerges, and another – and then the shape of a young man, sleeping deeply on one of the grubby mattresses that line the floor of this derelict place. A few minutes from the centre of Calais, this is “Africa house”, so called because of the 40 or 50 Eritrean asylum seekers who now squat here, waiting and hoping.
ASMARA, Eritrea – Deep inside the tall towers of Eritrea’s Ministry of Information, the battle-scarred war veteran leaned towards me across his desk. His finger pointed towards a heavily-underlined copy of a report I had written the day before. “Why,” he said, spluttering with rage, “do you say we silence critics?”
ASMARA, Eritrea – Deep inside the tall towers of Eritrea’s Ministry of Information, the battle-scarred war veteran leaned towards me across his desk. His finger pointed towards a heavily-underlined copy of a report I had written the day before. “Why,” he said, spluttering with rage, “do you say we silence critics?”