We left Guinea and flew to Morocco where we spent the night. When we gotto the UK, the man I was travelling with disappeared.
I didn't understand English so I asked people around me questions inFrench but no one understood me. It was horrible, I will never forgetit. I was crying so a man came to talk to me. He took me to a mosque ineast London.
I was sitting outside the mosque crying when I met a Congolese man. Hetook me to a solicitor who called social services and they found me aroom in Ilford. Social services took me to a school to learn English,and gave me a weekly allowance and a 150 voucher to buyclothes.
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