In the first refugee camps, the big ones, we were usually staying in these large rooms in military buildings, with 3 or 4 families living in the same room. After that, we were transferred to cities and towns all over the country, and then, each family would get a flat or two families would share one larger flat.
Those first years, it was a very depressing time because we didn’t know what would happen next. We didn’t know if we would have to go back or stay to learn Swedish and integrate. They used to transfer us between camps every few months. I think they did this so people would think something was happening, to instil some semblance of change and progress. Otherwise, people would start getting impatient, depressed, and loud. Thinking about it now, it seems like an interesting tactic.