Πανό στήριξης στον Asaf και τη Dana, ανάρτησε σήμερα η ΘΥΡΑ 9. Ο Asaf είναι οπαδός της Χάποελ Τελ Αβίβ αλλά και της ΟΜΟΝΟΙΑΣ μιας και έχει αναπτύξει ισχυρή φιλία με αρκετούς από τους οργανωμένους μας. Τους τελευταίους μήνες τόσο αυτός όσο και η οικογένεια του βιώνουν την αδικία στο πετσί τους και περνάνε δύσκολες στιγμές. Διαβάστε την ιστορία του Asaf και της Dana. Το μόνο που ζητάνε, είναι η ιστορία τους να γίνει γνωστή, έτσι ώστε να ευαισθητοποιηθούν οι αρχές, ίσως να βρεθεί κάποιος που να μπορεί να βοηθήσει. Η ιστορία ήδη έχει γίνει αρκετά γνωστή στο Facebook, χρειάζεται όμως να φτάσει στα αυτιά ακόμα περισσότερου κόσμου.
Hello.
I’m writing these lines with tears running down my cheeks with sadness and anger choking my throat.
While all the official channels are blocked, and no one is helping, I have decided to write here, in the hope that this will be seen by someone who can help us, by people sharing what I’ve wrote.7 months ago, an American immigration official called me a “war criminal”, and decided to tear a family apart.
He took a baby from his mother, He took two small children from their father. He took my love from me, and me from her.This morning I went back to being a single father again to my one-and-a-half year old baby. My love and two older children (7 and 4) returned to New York without us.
My name is Asaf, 36 years old. For the past ten years I have worked with youth at risk from some of the most problematic neighborhoods in Israel.
I ran a unique project helping jewish ethiopian immigrants.
I’ve invested my time and energy to help those in need. I’ve never broken the law. I never deviated from the path of positive action and contribution to the community. Many people can vouch for that.
I served in the army as an infantryman in the paratroopers brigade, I did reserve duty, I worked hard for a living, guiding street children.
I finished university, I started a family and now I have three children. I’ve never been a burden to anyone.Today, I live with my mother, working as a truck driver and raising Nikolas, my young son, alone.
I bring him to the nursery school every morning at seven, quickly run to my truck, and start a hard day’s work, which ends at three. At the end of the day, I rush back into the day care center to pick up Niko and care for him until he falls asleep. Then, very tired, I try to enjoy an hour of peace and quiet and fall asleep myself. And so on and so forth every day for many months.How did all this happen?
In August 2012 we moved to New York .Dana, my wife is an American citizen. Her two children (Sophie and Max) from a previous marriage are American citizens. Our son Nikolas is also an American citizen.
I have Israeli citizenship.
We started to build our family life together. Dana, myself, and the children. Regular people who want to have a normal and good family framework.I have done nothing against the law. I did not work illegally, nor immigrated illegally. I did everything as I was asked to do with regards to my move to a new country.
Two months after we moved, Dana’s parents came to visit us and we all went together on a family trip to Canada. When we returned from Canada to the United States, we were stopped at the border.
I met an immigration officer who decided to abuse an Israeli family. I was interrogated for over two hours, including threats of beating, insulting questions and degrading treatment.
The climax was when he called me a war criminal for my mandatory military service in the IDF. He claimed I tortured Palestinians as a soldier in the Israeli army.
The immigration officer told me to return to Canada, and offered my family to go without me to New York.
Three small children crying and not understanding why daddy cannot go with them, complete shock by my American wife, and tired and sad grandparents.We all went back to Canada.The next day I returned to Israel. Nikolas and I have been here for seven months. Faced with a very difficult situation, all because one man decided to break apart a family.
In the past seven months Dana has missed Nikolas taking his first steps.
I missed Sophie losing her first tooth. Max began to speak a little Hebrew and I wasn’t there to talk to him and reassure him.A mother tries to remind her baby who she is to him via Skype.
Dad tells a bedtime story via a computer screen for two small children.Sometimes, family dinners take place on computer screens while Nikolas tries to touch his mother and siblings and can’t understand why he cannot reach them.If you want to help us, please share this story so that we can reunite as quickly as possible.The situation is intolerable, every day apart is a loss that is difficult to assess.
Thank you for your help.
