Activities

Please analyse the real case scenario and conduct risk-assessment analysis by answering the questions in the table.

Warning – the following content includes descriptions of violence and war experiences that might be disturbing for some people. The activity is not mandatory and can be skipped.

Real case scenario  (adapted from: Onyut,  Neuner, Schauer,  Ertl, Odenwald, Schauer, & Elbert, 2005)

I grew up with both my parents. I have younger sister and brother. My mother was young and I loved her a lot. I was her first-born and her favourite. She even told me so. My father was hard working. He had a shop close by in the market. He would usually leave in the morning and return home in the evening. Sometimes when he came home, he played with us in the evening. We played football together. Those were good times. I do not know how old I was then; I just remember that I was very young… I don’t remember the year, but I was still young… It was early in the morning. A group of about 10 civilian men came to our house. They were armed with guns…I stood very near to my parents. I was so scared. Suddenly I heard the sound of bullets. One of the soldiers had started shooting. The moment I saw that he pulled the trigger and heard the first bullet, I panicked. I started running. I felt such great fear. I ran inside the house and tried to hide myself behind a door in one of the rooms. I was shivering, fearing, thinking, they will also come for me, they will come and kill me’. I still have a heart beat now, when I recall that moment. After some time it went quiet outside. I still stood behind the door, silent, not moving. After a while I slowly moved towards the window and peeped out. What I saw was terrible. My mother and my father had been hit by the bullets. They were both lying on the ground. My mother had fallen on top of my father. They both had blood on their clothes. My mother had blood on her face and her stomach. They were not moving anymore, they had died.

Until that day, I had never seen a dead person. I felt horror. I was so afraid of them, shocked by what I saw. I only thought of running away, leaving this place. I escaped through the back of the house and jumped over the fence. This was the last time I have seen my parents and also the last time I had been in our home. While fleeing, I joined strangers in the street. So many people were trying to flee. I simply ran with them. On the way, I met very many militia men dressed as army men. They told us to lie down on the ground. I started crying. The rest were silent. One of them knocked me with the butt of the gun on the soft part of my head. Then I kept quiet. They wanted to kill everyone…but let us go. People continued running, and when they reached their destination, they branched off from the road. It was night time by then. I was alone. I hated my life. I followed the road and finally fell asleep under a bush. I had given up about life by then. I felt like I had died as well. I knew about the danger of wild animals and lions, but I did not care…This is how I came to other town. I saw a group of people from my town and went to greet them. They took me in and I lived with them for a few weeks. They also showed me how to register as a refugee. I remember the day I came to Refugee Camp. I was so surprised how people can live in a place like this. I stayed with the one family for about two years in the camp. Finally, Red Cross helped me to build my own house, I was about 14 years then. Since then I live alone. I started going to school. I have learnt how to live by myself. No one can help me anyway. I have never heard about my brother and sister again. Whether they are still alive and if so, where I could find them. But now I am ready to look for them.