Sophie’s Story

Sophie
Sophie

I take a deep breath in. Absorbing every piece of the fresh clean air. I grab hold of the deep squelchy mud and grasp hold of grass, feeling the cold freshness of the plant. The sun shiny with all it’s hear and warming me from the inside. I climb to the top of the tallest hill and look out to the distance and see my old brown house with many colours of flowers. The house has five windows, two doors. I sleep in the attic, it is how I like everything, it’s mine. My bed, my rug, my posters, my music, my clothes, my life. My room is covered in animals I like, music I like, or my favourite colour, blue. I look down the hill to see my best mate Matt coming up to see me. He has been my best mate for as long as I can remember, and if I need help I would always go to him first. But little did I know I would have to say the thing that has been on my mind for ages….

By Sophie Evans

 

 

Rachael’s Poem

Rachael

Rachael
Rachael
Rachael

When I’m older I want to move to America. I’ve never been before, but a lot of people on Youtube that I watch live there and it looks better than England. I want to pass all my GCSEs, all the core subjects as well as Business Studies, Japanese, History and Statistics. I’d love to get all As and A stars – but I wouldn’t mind a few Bs.

Celtic descent –> Hebrew name –> means Ewe

My Celtic descent
No idea how
Hull Celtic tribe
Time of Boudicca
Ancient Pagan religion

My Hebrew name
Means female sheep
I’m not Hebrew
Neither is Mum
Or my Dad
This is confusing

Surname is Hardy
I don’t know
Where it’s from
But I know
What it means
It means strong
Means come back
Almost every year

My Mum is
From the Country
She got married
To a ‘Townie’
I would have
Lived on farm

Got Dad’s eyes
And Mum’s face
And Grandad’s eyes
And Great Aunt
Jenny’s weird hair

My Dad’s Mum
Was called Jean
She died when
I was five
She used to
Give me chocolate
For after tea

My Dad’s Dad
Wall called Alan
Never met him
He was in
World War two
He went blind
But saw again
My Great Grandma
And Great Grandad
Were Slightly posh
Lots of kids

I might have
Relatives in America
We lost contact

My Step Auntie
Lives in Australia
She’s visiting soon
Which is nice.

By Rachael Hardy

Chapter 3 The Same Sky

Following Valentina’s tale is Raoul’s story.

Raoul stands by his faith and stays behind. It’s a sad song now that his lover has gone. He looks up at the heavens and feels comfort in knowing that wherever she is, she’ll look up and see the same moon, the same stars…

…The Same Sky

The Transit of Venus

I don’t know where you are
But I guess where you’ll be
Under the same sky as me
Where you’ll be, well I guess
‘Cross the cold northern sea
Follow the same star as me

Now you’re gone

In a strange land you are
But not alone refugee
Under the same moon as me
Where you’ll be, well I guess
But I know what you’ll see
See the same sky as me

Now you’re gone

I don’t know where you are
But I guess where you’ll be
Under the same sky as me
Where you’ll be, well I guess
Growing flowers for me…

I feel the same sun!

Under the same sky

© 2012 Duffy-Howard

Stranger in a Strange Land

Our new short film ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’ is ready for release. We have made the film of Dilzar’s story especially for our “My Ancestors were French” project. The six minute long film illuminates Dilzar’s evocative story that Rich and Dilzar worked on together to complement Richard Lees’ Rock against Racism poster exhibition at Wilberforce House Museum in Hull (for Wilberforce 2007).

“Wow, what a beautiful film! It made me feel very emotional.” Abby Wright

“If people can clear their minds and watch this film and listen they may rethink and see the real picture for people who are sometimes just looking to be accepted, no matter where you are from. We all carry hidden sadness.” Ron Wilke

Watch the film and see how it makes you feel…

Award winning filmmaker, Quentin Budworth, shot the film of Dilzar talking about his experiences of what it feels like to be a refugee in a strange land, and how music can bring people of different cultures together, overcoming adversity and creating something good and new.

Rich documented the days filming with a series of images in the gallery below. Click on in image to enlarge, and scroll through…

Stranger in a Strange Land will be shown and used at the workshops and at the celebratory event in May.

My Ancestors were French

My ancestors were French,
And, for what it’s worth, faith ruled their lives.
Me, I’ve never been to church, and I haven’t been good.
But I’ve made my mark,
And I got in trouble,
Listening to my devil in the dark.
Y’know I’ve always landed on my feet,
And I’ve got a sense of history.
Yeah I’ve always landed on my feet,
And those flowers take me back…
The devil inside, he’s sittin’ on my shoulder,
Pushin’ me out so I’m sittin’ on a boulder
In the middle of the lake.
And the devil can’t swim,
So I’m feelin’ brave and I’m gonna get him.
It’s gonna get colder, if he falls in the lake.
He’ll be off my shoulder, off my back.
There’ll be no more trouble,
Gonna make a fresh start.
Stop listenin’ to the devil…
Gonna listen to my heart.
Gonna listen
To my heart.
© 2012 Lou Duffy-Howard