THERE ARE TOO MANY! JJK

Lower Austria/Traiskirchen: 

Personal impressions of the biggest 

refugee reception center in Austria.

August 16th, 2015, 4-5:30 pm 

Written by: Jahn J Kassl

Translated by: Franz

Translated from: 
Es sind zu viele!  
http://lichtweltverlag.blogspot.co.at/2015/08/es-sind-zu-viele-jjk_17.html

„Traiskirchen is a town in the district of Baden in Lower

Austria in Austria. It is 20 km south of Vienna and located in 

the famous Thermenlinie region of Lower Austria known for 

its wine and heurigers. Traiskirchen is home to the Traiskirchen 

Lions,^[2] a team which plays in the Austrian basketball first league. 

The town has the oldest public observatory in Lower Austria. 

The city is also nationwide and internationally known for its 

refugee camp the "Bundesbetreuungsstelle für Asylwerber". 

(Wikipedia)

And in these days Traiskirchen is THE topic in Austria. 

The media have full-page reports daily, politicians blame 

each other daily, and human Beings, which are affected, 

refugees as well as inhabitants of Traiskirchen, are more 

or less left alone.

Nobody of the officials really feels responsible for the conditions 

in the totally overfilled camp, and Amnesty International says: 

„What occurs in Traiskirchen is a scandal of ignorance, 

negligence and lack of interest." 

I wanted to find out for myself.

I was there on August 16th, 2015. 

1. Stop, gas station directly in the center: 

I purchase a bottle of water and ask the female attendant 

for directions to the camp. „Would you like to be shocked?“ 

I hear a friendly but determined voice. „The refugees are poor, 

but these conditions are also almost unbearable for us,“ says 

the woman. I notice displeasure and resignation; I say goodbye. 

2. Stop: I drive with my motor scooter several times around 

the camp at walking speed and between the streets. Thereby 

I stop here and there, look through the fence at the tents or 

at the road, refugees sitting on garbage. I feel like taken back 

to Bosnia. Then, as I visited the country immediately after the 

war (1992-1995), I saw a similar picture: overfilled garbage 

bags, a terrible smell of urine and rots or excrements, and 

foremost the faces of people, which mirror the suffering and 

hopelessness. The Balkans of 1990 in the middle of Austria 

in 2015. I continue my visit.

What is not needed is left behind in parks; some is also thrown 

into entranceways to be taken care of by the inhabitants. Garbage 

bags and cartons pile up. What catches the eye immediately is that 

most refugees are men between the ages of 15 to 25. Families? 

Yes, also, but foremost young men. The police do whatever they 

can, one realizes that they are present, but too few in order to 

give the inhabitants the feeling of safety. 

3. Stop: I park my motor scooter on the other side of the road 

from the refugee camp and continue my tour on foot. In front 

of the iron fence a small group of people gather, obviously 

coming from Vienna, and they form a chain of lights.

Speeches are given, people sing songs; the refugees film and 

photograph this scene from inside the camp with their cell phones. 

I experience this situation as well intentioned, yet missing its goal, 

because the chain of lights is foremost addressed toward the 

refugees and does not include the inhabitants, which look at it 

from the opposite side of the road. While I watch this for me 

somewhat unreal scene, a woman walks up to me and asks, 

if I am part of the chain of lights.

I say no and identify myself as a blogger, who wants to write a 

report about this situation and who wants to see it for himself. 

Following that this woman speaks the plain truth, also a young 

man joins in. Both live across from the refugee camp and give 

me a picture of their daily life, since according to official numbers 

5000, unofficially more like 7000 refugees are cared for in Traiskirchen. 

They emphasize three times that nobody has anything against the 

refugees or even have any tendency toward “Right wingers”, 

instead what I hear over and over again: „There are too many!“ 

For a community of 18,000 inhabitants this is an unbearable limit. 

In addition there are cultural differences, which have a fatal 

consequence for living together, as it is described to me.

This is a point, which many people meaning well and wanting 

to help, like to blind out, as I notice.

The woman and the man describe, how refugees sleep in the 

gardens of inhabitants and report a case, when a refugee chased 

away threw a plastic bag full of excrements a day later like a 

water bomb against the wall, in revenge to the inhabitants.

Native women do no longer dare to be alone when it is dark, 

because they are molested by young men; in the “Mühlbach”, 

which flows through the community, nobody dares 

to go into, because the refugees carelessly leave behind razor 

blades, cans and glass fragments; tent festivals have come to 

an end and from the natives, which want to sell their houses,

but are not able to sell them, is who we are talking about after 

me asking about it. But foremost I always hear two sentences: 

„We are no right-wingers, we feel sorry for the refugees, but 

there are too many.“ And they become more and more, in 

contrast to the promises of the politicians and the reports 

in the media. There is also the rumor that women are raped 

in the camp, this surprises nobody.

Then there is a private hotel, which wanted to accept refugees, 

but because the washbasins were at the wrong height, the 

officials deemed it unsuitable. Sometimes one is at a loss of words. 

I ask: What about the politicians and the police? 

Are you supported somehow? 

The police do whatever they can, but they are too few, in order 

to also care for the natives. People are totally disappointed in 

the politicians from Vienna. „They should live here for three 

months, and see what goes on here“, the woman tells me and 

the man nods in agreement. I look at a young man around 16, 

who sits in a garage entrance, and I am told… „yes, that old and 

most of them up to 25 years in age“, and this spreads great unease. 

And again and again I hear „there are too many“. The description of

the affected ones continues and I am asked to write that outlawing 

alcohol and vouchers (no cash) would be useful. And foremost 

there is no end in sight.

I ask, has anything changed in the last days, foremost 

after all the attention from the media, anything for 

the better? 

No, new refugees are added daily. Also the noise during the 

night is addressed, many natives barely find sleep during the 

night.

All in all this is an unbearable situation for the natives as 

well as the refugees. This is obvious.

I am reminded of the proposal from Konstantin Wecker, 

as he mentioned, one should accept all refugees. 

Well intentioned, but not really good – for nobody.

And the Mayor?

His hands are bound, I am told, because as soon as he uses 

common practice, he is consider “rightwing” and wants to 

avoid this. But the mayor, Andreas Babler, is well liked and 

this is noticeable. I thank the woman and the man for their 

unhesitant information and continue my tour, whereby I 

climb up a wall made of bricks.

Behind it I see young men, who play soccer between car wrecks 

in a totally hopeless environment. This part of the camp cannot 

be seen from the outside. Therefore I decided to climb this wall. 

Again pictures from the destroyed Bosnia come to mind. After 

that I continue to drive my motor scooter at walking speed. 

Everywhere is dirt, I see inhabitants, which talk to each other 

between garden gate and the house entrance; I feel fear, 

worry and also powerlessness, but foremost anger.

In the faces of the refugees seeking protection pain, 

fear and hopelessness are reflected. Sometimes big 

children eyes look at me, seeing that for their young 

age they have seen much, way too much.

In total I perceive foremost among young men, who 

walk towards me in groups of 4, 5 or 6, an enormous 

potential for violence. With these pictures I leave the 

arrival camp for refugees in Traiskirchen and return

to Vienna.

Jahn J Kassl 

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