As a child, you think it is all happy and fun, but here in Syria its war. My name is Nicolas and I live in Syria, a war-torn country. I used to live in a hut in the town, But a lot of things changed. They took my father and killed my sister, now the only people that I have are my mother and my brother. We had to escaped from the town since attacks were happening every day. One day the ISIS came to the countryside to find all the people that were hiding. We had to escape to a different country, otherwise we would die. My mother had to bring us to a meeting for people that had to escape the country. The people that were leading the meeting put us all onto small boats. They were all crowded and uncomfortable. The boat started sailing away from the beach. Some people were falling off the boats and some people were sick, we were being squashed be other people in the middle of the boat. A few days later everyone was starving, some people were dead. After a few days in the sea we arrived on the border of Greece. Some people put us in a truck. In the truck we heard engines starting. It was pitch black and I was holding my mothers hand. After a few hours i felt a weird feeling in my lungs, I was suffocating.