![](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/26e82c_5090610b39e84b73b72381334f32337df000.jpg/v1/fill/w_1920,h_1080,al_c,q_90,enc_auto/26e82c_5090610b39e84b73b72381334f32337df000.jpg)
Selvam Sambantham
![Soura](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/26e82c_d0484e89af234f1e854d3dc0a3a07ea4~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_891,h_808,al_c,q_85,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,enc_auto/Soura_MG_1174.jpg)
I don’t feel foreign in Denmark. I have three children who go to school, I work as a graphic printer, and come home and lead a close-knit life with the family.
During the 1980s there was a war going on between the Tamil Tigers and the government. Tamils were discriminated against and persecuted, and my cousin said to me, "Selvam, you have to leave the country." I was 19 years old. My cousin arranged everything. Flights, a warm jacket, a bag to carry it all in. But I had no idea I was going to Denmark. On the one hand I just wanted to survive. On the other hand, I was worried about leaving family and friends. And then there was the anxiety. For a long time after my arrival in Denmark I couldn't sleep at night. My first impression was: “Damn, it’s cold here.” I got a cab from the airport to the Central Station. I remember that the taxi driver told me in English: "Here in Denmark you can't trust the weather or the women."
At the Central Station I went to the police, and they sent me to Sandholmlejren. It was a bit of a culture shock, queuing up to get a slice of bread. But today I have a good life here, and I count myself lucky having been allowed to live in Denmark. Life is a gift, and I try to focus on the good things: I am married, the children go to school, I talk with a printing machine all day, so I love to return home and speak a human language with my family.
Selvam Sambantham / 52 / male / married / three children / graphic printer / Aabenraa / from Sri Lanka / came to Denmark in 1987 / residence permit 1988 / citizenship 1995