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Descripción - Críticas An admirable collection of short stories about asylum. Going beyond media stereotypes, they provide insight into situations many children face. These sometimes chilling accounts are invaluable for PSHE but make satisfying reads in their own right. (Bookseller) Reseña del editor The phrase 'asylum-seeker' is one we see in the media all the time. It stimulates fierce and controversial debate, in arguments about migration, race and religion. The movement of people from poor or struggling countries to those where there may be opportunities for a better life is a constant in human history, but it is something with particular relevance in our own time. This collection of short stories shows us people who have been forced to leave their homes or families to seek help and shelter elsewhere. Some are about young people travelling to other countries, others are concerned with children left behind when parents are forced to flee. These are stories about physical and emotional suffering, but also about the humanity of some people from host countries who act with generosity and sympathy. Biografía del autor Tony Bradman has written more than 50 books for children. Well-known as a children's book reviewer for Parents magazine, he also founded the Best Book for Babies Award. His books for Frances Lincoln are Has Anyone Seen Jack?, Look Out He's Behind You, This Little Baby, Through my Window and he edited the story anthology Give Me Shelter. Tony lives in Kent. Extracto. © Reimpreso con autorización. Reservados todos los derechos. Baa and the Angels by Nicki Cornwell This is a story about a family who get caught up in the civil war in the Democratic Republic of Congo, a country in the middle of Africa. When there’s a civil war, the citizens of a country fight each other, and innocent people who want to lead happy, peaceful lives get drawn into the violence. This is what leads them to seek asylum. The story takes place in 1999. Since 2003 there has been a fragile peace. “Hurry!” Sabine urges her sister. Seven year old Thérèse is dawdling. She is watching the children who don’t go to school. They don’t wear school uniform or carry rucksacks. They wear patched clothes and carry large, yellow jerry cans. They are going to the river to fetch water. Sabine is fuming. If only she could leave Thérèse behind! But she is nine, she is the big sister. Baba insists that they should walk to school together because of them. Baba’s voice becomes an angry hiss when he talks about them. Beads of sweat gather on his forehead, and Mama’s eyes become wide and frightened like those of a cornered antelope. “What do they look like?” Sabine ventures to ask. Baba picks up an overripe mango. “They are like this mango! They look all right on the outside, but inside they are rotten all through! And there’s a stone for a heart. See?” He flings the mango out of the door. It splits open, spilling the rotting flesh on the ground. “That’s what they’re like! The Congo is full of them. The Congo is getting torn apart!” Night time, when it is dark, is the time when Sabine is most afraid of them, but even going to school is scary. She keeps a close watch on the shadows behind the houses in case one of them is hiding there. She looks out for snakes, too, but she is much more afraid of them. The sun is climbing the sky, scorching the ground and sizzling the branches of the avocado trees. “Hurry!” cries Sabine. Soon she is near enough to the school to hear the usual sounds of children waiting for lessons to begin: laughing, shouting, and the dull thud of shoes against the battered football. But everything is quiet. Lessons must have started, but if that is the case, why can’t she hear the teacher’s deep voice and the chanting responses of the children? She forgets Thérèse, she begins to run. Now she can see the school building, with its wrinkled tin roof spread over white-painted walls. She pulls up with a jerk, Thérèse close behind her. Sabine hears strange, unfamiliar sounds – strident, guttural shouts. A desk flies out of the school and lands on the worn earth. Papers spill out on to the ground. Suddenly a harsh cry slices through the air. A hard-faced man with a gun tucked in his belt strides towards them. “Hey, you! You want school?” Sabine feels a lightning stab of fear. She grabs hold of Thérèse and bolts. There is a loud bang. Something flies past Sabine’s ears and rustles through the trees. Mocking laughter rings through the air. “I’ll give you school!” ppp Sabine and Thérèse don’t stop running till they get back home. Mama is outside, hanging the washing on the bushes, with the six scrawny hens pecking at her feet. No sooner do they hear the children coming than the hens scatter with a wild clucking and flapping. The children hurl themselves into Mama’s arms. Mama cries, “What’s wrong?” “There are soldiers in the school. A man shouted at us. He had a gun,” pants Sabine. Mama’s face quivers with fear. She pulls them into the house and pushes the door shut. She collapses on to the bench and holds the two children as if she will never let them go. Four-year-old Lou looks up. She is feeding her doll with ugali. “Biny!” she cries. “Help me feed Baa!” Baa is a mzungu doll. Her eyes are blue, and her skin is the colour of a cloth that has been bleached by the sun. A mzungu who fell into one of the ponds at the fish farm gave Baba the doll, because Baba rescued him. The doll is supposed to be for all the children, but Lou always gets Baa because she makes such a big fuss if she doesn’t. Sabine is feeling as if someone has shaken her up and down. She would love to have a cuddle with Baa, but she doesn’t dare ask. She is afraid that Lou will say no! “Baa needs a wash!” she tells Lou. “She’s got ugali all over her face!” “Yes!” nods Lou. “Baa needs a wash. You help me, Biny!” Sabine helps Lou. That way she has a chance of holding Baa, if only for a minute or two. ppp Baba comes home early. His face lights up with relief when he sees the children. He can’t stop hugging them. “Guess what!” cries Thérèse. “There are soldiers in our school!” “I heard about that!” says Baba. “What about the teacher?” says Mama. “They are looking for him,” Baba says wearily. “They are saying he’s a terrorist.” “Lies, all lies!” said Mama angrily. “The teacher is a good man!” “What’s a terrorist?” asks Sabine. “Someone who does bad things,” says Baba. “Those soldiers, they are the real terrorists. You kids will have to stay near the house for the next few days. Things aren’t safe at the moment.” Sabine feels her stomach turn over. She snuggles up to Mama. “They are in the village now,” says Baba. He gives a deep sigh. “There will be no stopping them.” The neighbours are frightened, too. No one goes far from their houses, and everyone is jumpy and scared. Sabine begins to feel as if someone has locked her up in a cage. She misses school badly, especially singing in the choir. ppp The big rains start. One day Sabine hears a harsh rattling sound that she hasn’t heard before. The rattling stops and starts, stops and starts. Then there is an eerie silence as if all the living things in the trees are holding their breath. Baba and Mama exchange nervous glances. “What was that?” cries Sabine. “Gunfire,” says Baba. “Big guns. It’s okay, they’re a long way off!” He tries to smile, but his smile is forced. “I don’t like it!” cries Lou. “Make it stop!” “I can’t,” says Baba. Baba doesn’t go to work that day. He doesn’t go to market. He stays at home. The guns go on crackling for what seems like a long time. Then they stop. Everything goes quiet. Sabine finds the silence scary. ppp Next day, Baba goes off to work as usual. Soon after he goes, the crackle of guns begins. The sound is nearby. Sabine lifts the cloth and peeps out of the window. People are running past the house, their faces full of fear. There are shouts – and shots. “Stay away from that window!” snaps Mama. Suddenly there is an enormous bang. The house shakes. The candle falls off the table and rolls over the floor. Didi startles away from Mama’s breast and begins to scream. Thérèse and Lou scuttle to hide in Mama’s skirts. “Come here, kids!” screams Mama. She rushes into the bedroom. The children bolt after her. Mama crouches down in the corner. The children huddle against her. Mama drags a cover over them all. Sabine is terrified. It is hot under the cover. She can hardly breathe. “I want my Baa!” cries Lou. “Ssh!” hissed Mama. They wait. Then they hear footsteps, urgent footsteps. Someone runs into the house! A voice cries, “Celeste?” “It’s Baba Paul!” cries Mama. “We’re in here, Paul!” Mama emerges from her hiding-place, clutching Didi. Sabine and Thérèse cling to her wrap. They are too frightened to let go. Lou makes a quick dive for Baa and hurtles back to Mama. They are all clinging on to each other. Baba Paul is shaking and shivering. Sweat beads his forehead. Blood swells out of a gash on his cheek. “They got your man!” he gasps. “What?” Baba Paul shakes his head. He makes the sign of the Cross. Mama goes stony still. “What am I going to do?” she cries. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks. The children cower into her wrap. “Go to Father Jacob, that’s what your man said! He’ll tell you what to do!” cries Baba Paul, his voice hoarse and exhausted. “Leave my home?” cries Mama. “You’ll be dead if you don’t!” cries Baba Paul. “They’ll be after you and the kids now! “What about you?” Baba Paul gives a ghastly smile. “I’m staying. I’ll hide out for while. Someone’s got to look after our mother!” Mama nods. The tears stream down her face. “I’ll go to the fish farm and see if they’ll lend me a jeep,” says Baba Paul. “It’s the only way you’ll get there!” Mama puts her hands over her face. She begins to rock. Sabine feels quivers of fear in her chest. She pulls at Mama’s sleeve and says, “Mama, what’s happening?” Mama takes her hands away from her face. “We’re going to run away from this stupid old war!” she says. Tears are still rolling down her cheeks. “We’ll go to another country and come back when it’s over!” “But what about Baba? We can’t leave him behind!” “Baba’s already gone!” says Mama. Her voice is tight. “He’s gone to live with the angels! Give your sisters some water and ugali while I bundle up a few bits! Hurry now, child!” “Yes, Mama!” Sabine knows that something bad has happened to Baba, but living with the angels doesn’t sound like a bad thing. Her head feels as if it is bursting, there is so much muddle inside it, but she doesn’t dare ask any more questions. Mama puts the baby down on the bed. She takes money from a bag and hides it in a pocket under her skirt. She pulls clothes out of drawers and throws them on to the bed. “Lou! Put your Baa in the bundle!” she says. “I don’t want to!” cries Lou. “You can’t carry her, she’ll get lost!” Lou’s face screws up, but she lets Mama take Baa. Mama ties up the bundle. Baa disappears from sight. Sabine says, “Aren’t you going to eat anything, Mama?” “Yes, child!” Mama sits down by Sabine. She is breathing heavily and she smells of fear. She breaks pieces off the ugali and pushes them into her mouth. ppp When Baba Paul comes back, he is driving a battered old jeep. He throws the bundle into the back and they all squeeze in beside him. Didi is wrapped against Mama’s chest, leaving both hands free to hold Lou and Thérèse against her. Sabine just fits in by the window. The jeep draws away from the house. Mama sniffs. Sabine’s stomach has tied itself in knots. She keeps turning to look back at the road. She is sure that they will follow. On and on they go, over a rough, rutted track. A fierce sun is roasting the jeep and everything inside it. Soon there are damp patches on Baba Paul’s shirt, and Mama keeps wiping her face and fanning the air with an old piece of cardboard. Every time Sabine shifts her position she has to peel away her legs from the seat. One by one they fall asleep, all except Baba Paul who is driving the car and Mama who stares out of the window and watches the trees pass by with unseeing eyes. Sabine wakes up when the car stops. Strong arms reach into the car and carry her into a building. She hears Mama’s voice, she hears Baba Paul’s voice, she is laid down on a mat and she goes back to sleep. ppp When Sabine wakes up, sunlight is pouring through the window. Mama is talking to a priest. He is giving Mama papers and money. “That should get you out of the country,” he says. “When you get to the new country, tell them who you are and ask for asylum.” He says a quick prayer and makes the sign of the Cross. “May God protect you!” Thérèse and Lou are still asleep. Baba Paul carries them out and puts them into the jeep next to Mama and Didi. Sabine just manages to pull herself up and climb into the jeep. Baba Paul shuts the door behind her. She collapses against Thérèse and goes to sleep again. After a while she wakes up and slowly peels herself away from Thérèse. The jeep is lurching over the ground on a track that has so many holes in it, Baba Paul has to keep swerving from side to side. Soon Thérèse and Lou wake up, too. “Are we nearly there?” asks Thérèse. “Not yet,” says Baba Paul. “Where are we going?” “You’re going on an aeroplane.” “An aeroplane?” The children are wonder-struck and silent. The sun sinks lower in the sky. Suddenly Baba Paul brakes the car. “There’s the turn. I almost missed it!” He backs the jeep down the track and swings off to the left. A few minutes later, the track ends in the bumpy grass of an airstrip. A small plane is waiting for them, its engine already running. It doesn’t look big enough to hold them all. Baba Paul draws up beside the plane and helps them out. He hugs each one of them and gives Mama some money. “Take this,” he says. “I wish I had more.” “Take care of our mother,” says Mama. Her eyes are bright with tears. Sabine feels her eyes prickle and her chest grows tight. A thin, scared-looking man pokes his head out of the plane and holds his hands out. Baba Paul throws the bundle up to him. “That’s the pilot,” says Baba Paul. The sky darkens. Night is almost there. They are just lifting Sabine when another jeep drives up and skids to a halt by the plane, headlights flooding the grass. Paralyzed with fear, she clings to Baba Paul. “It’s them!” she screams. “No, no, it’s not them!” cries Baba Paul. Two men and a woman get out. One of the men has his arm bandaged up. The other has to be carried to the plane. The driver throws a couple of bundles up to the pilot and backs the jeep away. The pilot switches on the headlights and revs up the engine. Didi starts to cry. “He doesn’t like the noise,” says Mama. “Where’s my Baa?” Lou says anxiously. Mama says, “Don’t worry! She’s in the bundle!” Baba Paul can just be seen in the headlights of the plane. He waves and backs away. The plane leaves the ground and begins to climb into the sky. At first Sabine is scared, but after a while she gets used to the bumpy, jolting movement. Her eyes feel heavy, she wants to cuddle up to Mama, but Mama has the baby in her arms, and Thérèse and Lou have fallen asleep on each side of her. There is nowhere for Sabine. She looks out at the never-ending sky and thinks of the angels she has seen in a book at school. “Where do angels live?” she asks Mama. “In heaven,” Mama says, looking out at the sky. A tear rolls down her cheek. “Is that where Baba is? When is he coming back?” Mama doesn’t answer straight away. When she does, her voice is sad. She says, “Baba’s not coming back, child.” “Did Baba get hurt?” Sabine asks fearfully. “Did the bad men hurt him?” “Yes. But Baba’s all right now,” says Mama. “The angels will take care of him! Hush, child, get some sleep like your sisters!” ppp When the plane lands, it is dark. The pilot helps the passengers to climb down from the plane. Mama goes first, with Didi tied to her back. The sleepy children are passed down to her, one after another, and the bundles are thrown to the ground. Then everyone climbs into a waiting truck. The truck stops in front of an enormous building with lots of windows and lots of lights shining out of them. Sabine has never seen so many lights before. “Wait!” says the driver of the truck. “I’ll get you a trolley!” Mama loads the bundle, Thérèse and Lou on to the trolley. Sabine has to walk. Inside the building there are lots of people, some walking busily, others sitting and standing around. Sabine sees two men in uniforms talking to each other. Their skins are the colour of a dead chicken when all the feathers had been plucked from it. “Mama!” she whispers, tugging at her mother’s arm, “Look at those men! They are mzungus, aren’t they!” “Don’t point, Sabine, it’s rude!” says Mama. “Yes, they are white people. They can’t help being like that. That’s the way they’re born.” Mama wheels the children round on the trolley and talks to lots of men in uniforms, many of whom are mzungus. Sabine keeps well away from them. She has often been told that if she doesn’t behave, they will carry her away! They wait in a queue. When they get to the front, the woman checks Mama’s bundle. “Baa!” shrieks Lou, as Baa’s head appears. “Not now, Lou!” says Mama as she ties up the bundle again. “You can have Baa later!” She hands the bundle to a man standing by a machine. He wraps the bundle round and round in blue skin, pulls a sticker in half, slaps one piece on the bundle and hands the other to Mama. Then he loads the bundle on to a trolley and wheels it away. “Baa!” shrieks Lou as the trolley disappears. “It’s all right, Lou!“ soothes Mama. “He’ll give us back the bundle when we get to the UK.” “The UK?” says Sabine. A little sprig of excitement begins to take root in her heart. “Is that where we’re going?” “Yes,” says Mama sadly. “I wish we were going to France! No one’s going to speak any of our languages in the UK. I won’t understand anything they say!” The airport is emptying. Those who have nowhere to go are settling down for the night. Mama still has some ugali, and she manages to buy a bottle of milk from a bar that is still open. The children eat hungrily. There is only just enough food. Then they find a quiet corner and fall asleep on each other, curled up like a heap of puppies. “Baa! I want Baa! ” Lou whimpers as she drifts off to sleep.

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Detalles del Libro

• Name: Give Me Shelter: Stories About Children Who Seek Asylum
  
• Autor: Tony Bradman
  
• Categoria: Libros,Infantil,Desarrollo y cuestiones personales y sociales
  
• Tamaño del archivo: 14 MB
  
• Tipos de archivo: PDF Document
  
• Idioma: Español
  
• Archivos de estado: AVAILABLE
  

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