When I was a baby, we had to flee Ethiopia because the regime started making threats against my father and his family. We are from the Oromo ethnic group, which have been persecuted for a long time, and my father was a political activist.
Life in Djibouti, the neighbouring country, wasn’t easy. My father was a qualified electrician by trade, but as we were living in Djibouti illegally, he could only get odd jobs here and there. As a result, we were very poor. Eight of us lived in one room, which served as the bedroom, the lounge, and . . .