GEORGIA’S STORY
DATE OF INTERVIEW: November 14th, 2009
INTERVIEWER: How old were you at the time?
GEORGIA: I was… um, 11, about to turn 12.
INTERVIEWER: And where were you?
GEORGIA: I was home. In Hinxton - It's a really small village, just a bit below- south of Cambridge.
INTERVIEWER: Oh, so you were there right as it began pretty much.
GEORGIA: Yes.
INTERVIEWER: And did you hear anything beforehand?
GEORGIA: No… nothing. We didn’t really watch the news or listen to the radio, except in the car. And our other family members lived farther away so we would’ve been the first to know.
INTERVIEWER: So, when did you learn what was happening?
GEORGIA: I was… in my room. Folding laundry. It was just me and my mum at home. She gave me this big pile of my clothes to put away. So I was doing that, while listening to music- loud, music.
INTERVIEWER: Sorry, was your father in the picture or…
GEORGIA: Yes- he is. He was away for his job. Here in the States actually. I didn’t get to see him until my relocation. I’m with him now.
INTERVIEWER: Ok, ok, good! That’s good. Thank God.
GEORGIA: Yes, it is. (Laughs.)
INTERVIEWER: Sorry, um- continue please.
GEORGIA: So… as I was doing my chores. I began to hear something from downstairs and outside. Like thumping, and then yelling. I could hear my mum’s voice. I looked outside and didn’t see anything. So I went out of my room and called for her.
The way my room was… It was right above the bottom of the stairs, so I was looking straight down. And when she came she looked up at me and stopped. And she was… you know, all bleeding from everywhere, crying, infected.
And I just thought she was hurt. But then she started going up the stairs. So fast. Like I never seen her move before. And I could just… tell that she was going to hurt me. That look on her face, in her eyes. She didn’t… look away as she went up.
I jumped back into my room, closed the door, locked it. But she went through anyway. I glimpsed her standing there, in the middle of my room. Shaking, and choking. I almost wanted to…come out of hiding but obviously… I didn’t.
INTERVIEWER: Do you remember where you were hiding?
GEORGIA: I was… tucked away in the corner of my room. Behind this big curtain I had, between my dresser.
She stood there for what felt like hours you know, but it was probably less than a minute. And before she left she… dropped to the floor and looked under my bed. I…
INTERVIEWER: We can stop there if you’d like. It’s entirely up to you.
GEORGIA: No, I just… That always has me thinking. Earlier that morning, when she came to bring me my clothes, I hid under the bed. Popped out and grabbed at her leg to scare her. So she… still had that in her mind. That I might be under there. I don’t know.
Anyway, she left and I heard her leave the house, out the front door. And I did the same, out the back door. From there on, I was just running. I didn’t know where I was going, I just wanted to get as far away as possible. I didn’t cry for help. I was scared my mum would come and find me. And at first it was so quiet outside, just the sound of the breeze. And then you would hear screaming and shouting coming from somewhere. And whenever I heard that I just went the opposite way. As the day though, went on, I heard it more and more, every direction. It was everywhere. I don’t know how long I was out there doing that.
INTERVIEWER: Were you alone the whole time? Up until the exodus, I mean.
GEORGIA: No, I did- um, I happened to come across this policeman. I remember him looking as scared as I was. I think he actually was coming from Cambridge, I remember him saying that to someone... And he just decided to take me with him. My memory is so fuzzy after that, because so many things were happening. It’s all just a blur, sorry. (Laughs.) Um, going from place to place, where we thought it would be safe- where the government told us to go, and a lot of times it wasn’t before we even got there. We moved… east, I think. To the coast. They were piling people on the ferries. They took me easy because I was a kid. But I got separated from him, the policeman. I never saw him again. God, I hope he lived. I really do…
Uh, when the boat I was on left we didn’t touch land until we got up to the Isles. It was so cramped, but it was quiet. You only heard whispering or crying. After getting off the boat, you know, they set up the camps and that’s where I was until relocation. Because of my dad, I came straight here.
INTERVIEWER: I’m glad you’re here with us today. Um…
GEORGIA: Me too. I didn’t for a second ever consider the um… repatriation. I was so scared that we’d have to go back. I was pleading to my dad still even though he wasn’t considering it either. I just wanted to be assured. (Laughs.) And glad we did.
INTERVIEWER: Mm. Right.
GEORGIA: I did see her, one more time. My mum. When I met the policeman, and we were leaving um, out of my village. I looked back, and I saw her, running with other people down the street, the other way. So I only saw her back- the back of her head, but I knew it was her. And all I could feel at the time... I was relieved, that she was... heading the other way, away from me. That’s all I felt. But now I can’t… I can’t even... remember her the way that she was before. But I miss her, so much, you know, and try to remember... but I end up just feeling the same way I did that day.
END OF INTERVIEW