During our classes, Adele* likes to call me ‘Professor’, and every time this undeserved title makes me smile. I tell her that I’m not a Professor, but rather someone who is just sharing with them her passion for writing. We sit in the room that is also a storage for textile products, and read and make comments on what she and the others have written. Adele is an asylum seeker from Togo. Francois*, who likes to write long and detailed stories, is from Congo. Some students come from Nigeria, Cameroon, and other African countries.