The last leaf on the tree
Poem by David Jason Lou, written in March 2016.
(Human beings can survive for a month without food, can survive for a week without water. However, without hope, human being cannot survive even a minute. Again, the beautiful golden autumn come, colorful leaves gently dance and rustle in the autumn wind. Can you hear they are crooning, they are crooning a poignant story...)
How strong the handsome boy was – He won the champion in the game, none of the girls couldn’t have been infatuated with him. He was wise. He had a sense of humor and was good looking. He was outstanding and his parent was proud of him.
Life is not predictable, accident came without any warning. It was cancer – terminal cancer, according to hospital report. Constant chemotherapy made him weak. He no longer looked like in the past, the strong one.
The desperate boy sat besides the window in the sickroom. He stared at the fallen leaves being blown off by the cruel wind, branches near the window had no leaves anymore. There was no soul, only frustration in his eye. His heart cried in the dark painfully.
Lord, please listen to your servant‘s last prayer：“Death is approaching me. I feel my life flowing away from my body like the fallen leaves, falling piece by piece. When the last leaf fall to the ground, it is the end of my weak life! Goodbye my dear parents. Goodbye my family. Goodbye my friends, who I cannot really leave. Please let me disappear from the world with the last fallen leaf. I don’t want to let you see what I look like now. So, let the most beautiful moment of me stay in your memory. Let my smile become the last impression in your mind. May god bless you all peace and happiness...”
It was a brand new day, the boy came to the window again. He sat besides the table as usual. Suddenly, he was stunned by a scene – There was a big green leaf hanging on the closest branch to the window. Is that an illusion deceiving me? He stared at the leaf attentively – Eventually, he found out it was a painted leaf. The leaf was painted on a glass as a real leaf.
Lord! Are you in manifestation? I didn’t tell anyone what I prayed. How could it happen? How come people do not believe there is miracle in the world? Was it a sign asking me to stay in the last minute? Inspiring me not to give up the last hope?
Thank you for your generosity, my holy Father. Since you gave me the last autumn leaf, I should cherish the last hope. Let me gather all of my energy to declare war to the cancer from the hell ! I swear that I will fight until the last breath – like the one in the previous game who fought until getting the championship!
Dear friend, you probably know the end of story. Yes, the boy’s faith to survive worked as a miracle. The evil cancer cells gradually disappeared. Doctors were surprised by his recovery. Only he knew the source of the miracle. The next summer when the flowers were blooming all over the wilderness, he left the hospital and felt life anew. The confident smile reappeared on his handsome face with more maturity and love of life.
He did not go to track down the source of that green leaves, in fact, no one have known the truth so far. Let it stay a mystery, because God will never give up our life as he loves us so much...
Trampoline House has seen a lot of reconstruction since last summer, improving the space for children’s activities, socializing in the café and focused work.
”Yes , you’re right,” Vandamme answers when I say that he always looks so happy. Yet the smile slowly fades and is replaced by a serious look in his eyes. “I smile. My heart is not happy, but I smile anyway.”
On 8th of March, women with and without refugee background came together to discuss their rights and possibilities.
Trampoline House’s new legal counselor focuses on making immigration law more understandable for asylum seekers and refugees. She offers free counseling every week.
At Trampoline House’s house meetings, the participants are practicing democratic dialogue. Meanwhile, the government and the Danish People’s Party are restricting refugees’ possibilities for integration.
The new Women’s Class empowers women by sharing stories and discussing feminism and human rights.
Ping Pong is more than just a popular sport. By playing ping pong, you can practice living in accordance with Buddhistic and philosophical values.
The government’s refugee policies don’t make sense on a humane, democratic or economical level. We have to resist!
“Please listen to our voices. We do not want our loved children crying every day because of the horrible living conditions. Our children are asking, why are we living here? Asking, what shall we eat? We, parents have no answers but to cry also ourselves. We don't want our kids to suffer any more.”
Since October 25, children and parents have been boycotting the cafeteria food in deportation center Sjælsmark. They ask for the center to be closed.
Everyone who comes to Trampoline House now have the possibility to get help to find a job. Every Wednesday at 10am–12pm, volunteer job counselors arrange a job workshop that will strengthen the participants in their pursuit of the job market.
David is originally from China and now volunteering in Trampoline House. He has written a poem about hope.
Support from Novo Nordisk Fonden, Lauritzen Fonden og private donationer, has made it possible for Trampoline House to hire a Children’s Club Coordinator. "The Children’s Club is to function as a nice place, where these children can find ease, security, positive relations, predictability and happiness," says Sara Ipsen
“The kids with citizenship got all that is needed, but not children who are growing up in the camps. I'm just sorry they don't have the same rights as Danish citizens. Also, they don't have the same opportunity, freedom, house, food, generally normal life.”
“There is discrimination on both sides. She wasn’t completely comfortable telling us that she was from Dansk Folkeparti. That’s why it’s an important thing for us to go to People’s Meeting and talk with people that are different from us.”
“If someone would ask what I miss the most from home, I would tell them I missed the smell of my mother and my brother. And the voice of the man I loved.”
“Before I started coming to Trampoline House, I was just in Roskilde. Sometimes I went shopping for maybe half an hour, and then I returned home to watch TV.”
“There’s a different atmosphere out here. It’s not about learning Danish or getting help with your legal issues.”
"You can get mental health and body health from ping-pong" Meet David, who’s behind Trampoline House’s weekly ping-pong workshops
"The kitchen before was very small and wasn’t prepared for this amount of people, but now it is good, and we are working more professionally."
"Some of the kids have had a traumatizing past, but they feel very safe here"
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"It’s not just Inger Støjberg who’s responsible for this. It’s all of us. And that’s why we’re here today."
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Asylum seeking children and their parents from Trampoline House call for a campaign focusing on the right to a safe childhood for children in the asylum system.
It's the best kept secret in the asylum law that asylum seekers have the right to work in Denmark. Trampoline House is going to ensure that right with the new, job-focused initiative 'Next Practice'.
"There were politicians who came and spoke with local people, something that is the opposite of in my country, and I think Danish people should be proud of their democratic culture"
"Trampoline House is a beginning of life and work"
"It’s a pleasure to be involved in a dynamic environment where everyone is part of a big family"
"We try hard to teach with a focus on how to get by in Danish society in everyday life"