SUE REID: The migrants attempting to sneak BACK throughout the Channel

The dark-haired teenager places his head in his fingers and begins to cry. Tears properly up in his eyes as he says pathetically: ‘I hate Britain and wish I had never come here. I want to go back to France. Then, I will have a big party. It will be the happiest day of my life.’

Incredibly, Mohammed Boumatta, from North Africa, stepped foot on British soil for the primary time solely in July after shopping for a £1,000 place on a crammed traffickers’ boat crossing the Channel to Dover.

Now, he’s homeless and penniless, a casualty of Britain’s chaotic asylum system, which is fighting a mounting ready listing of just about 130,000 folks from nations throughout the globe. Fuelling an escalating disaster, the Government admitted final week that it had additionally granted asylum to a document 62,000 folks final yr.

The Mail has found that many, like 17-year-old Mohammed, ensnared on this mayhem, are frantically attempting to go away once more.

On some nights, the Moroccan sleeps tough on the seaside — simply yards from the place he arrived from France only some brief months in the past with excessive hopes of a brand new life.

If it’s raining, he climbs by way of undergrowth to a ‘cave’ hidden excessive within the White Cliffs of Dover.

It’s in a secret, brick-walled lair — as soon as a World War II bomb shelter — the place disenchanted asylum seekers now disguise, awaiting their probability to flee Britain.

As darkness falls, they go all the way down to the port to cube with loss of life, attempting to slide on to the undercarriage of lorries, which they pray are heading to board ferries to France.

‘You must believe me,’ says Mohammed, as I give him a tissue to dry his tears.

‘I nearly died the night before last. I was on a truck which didn’t cease for practically eight hours. I used to be clinging on. The Tarmac was only some inches from my cheek. The noise was horrible.

‘When the lorry halted, I climbed out to find I was at City Airport in London. I was black all over from the dust and rain. The Slovakian driver hugged me. Other people watching at the airport lorry park just stared. They thought I was crazy.

‘I was very disappointed it was not France.’

Mohammed’s story appears extraordinary. But the Mail has discovered different migrants in Dover who additionally desperately need to give up this nation.

Some pay the traffickers — who circle the port of their good vehicles — the going charge of £1,800 for a spot on a lorry to France. The traffickers strike felony money offers with the drivers to safe their silent co-operation.

Migrants who aren’t in a position to pay are pressured right into a sport of cat and mouse as they attempt to disguise on lorries.

Take Charles Bediet, a tall Sudanese teenager who was caught 4 weeks in the past by police looking for a French-bound truck in Dover. He had travelled there from a Home Office youngster migrants’ home in Preston, Lancashire, the place he had been despatched final May after illegally crossing the Channel from France.

After the police noticed him close to the port, they instantly drove him again to Preston, the place this week he instructed the Mail: ‘They won’t let me go away once more. I need to go anyplace else in Europe. Some of my pals have been welcomed in Norway, and the nation is sweet to them. I want I’d gone there, too.’

Charles, 17, has been identified with Hepatitis B, a virus which damages the liver. He has no inkling the place he caught it, however throughout his lengthy journey from Sudan he spent months in a grimy and harmful Libyan camp earlier than he crossed to Europe to say asylum within the UK.

‘The doctors have refused to treat me in Britain. I have been to the NHS many times,’ he says forlornly. ‘They say the hepatitis virus will just go away. But I want treatment urgently. My eyes go yellow sometimes. The French hospitals are good and will help me get better.’

Any day now, Charles will return to Dover to attempt his luck once more. ‘I lived in the caves high in the White Cliffs last time. We lit fires at night to keep warm. I am strong enough to get on a lorry,’ he says at Preston bus station close to the place he lives.

‘There are many young migrants wanting to leave because there is nothing for them in the UK.’

The Mail found the phenomenon of disgruntled migrants quitting Britain earlier this month after we had been approached by Alaa Eldin, 25 — a Syrian squatting underneath an upturned rowing boat on Dover seaside.

He instructed us: ‘I am trapped in your country. I have been trying to get on a lorry for five months. The police spot me and bring me back to Dover. They won’t let me go.’

Last week, Alaa decamped to the previous bomb shelter within the White Cliffs, which he proudly confirmed us spherical.

It has a retailer of groceries, duvets and outdoors are the remnants of a campfire.

‘I stay here. There are a few of us, sometimes 20. We all want to leave and some are now in France after hiding on lorries already,’ he mentioned. Alaa claimed asylum after arriving on a traffickers’ boat in August 2021. 

He was considered one of greater than 28,000 migrants to cross the Channel to Dover that yr. He had come from Germany, the place he has household who’ve settled there from war-torn Syria.

On arrival, he was dispatched to a migrants’ resort, the Britannia, in Leeds. But he broke the Home Office asylum guidelines when he left the lodging for per week to attempt to earn cash on the black market.

Thrown out of the asylum system as a punishment for illegally attempting to work, he headed for Dover, the one place he knew in Britain and the place he will get a each day bathe on the close by Outreach centre for the homeless.

Last week, Noel Beamish, a former businessman who’s chairman of the centre, confirmed the port has grow to be a hub for asylum seekers begging to retrace their steps.

‘Alaa is one of many wanting to leave the UK. The claims process takes a considerable amount of time, and they are put in accommodation that doesn’t go well with them,’ says Mr Beamish. ‘They find that things don’t work for them, in order that they need to go elsewhere in Europe.’

Kay Marsh, who helps to run migrant welfare charity Samphire on the port, has additionally confirmed this weird state of affairs.

‘There is at least a minority of people wanting to leave,’ she mentioned, blaming what she referred to as a ‘hostile environment’ intentionally created by the Government to make life uncomfortable for unlawful boat and lorry arrivals.

Whether true or not, it was not arduous in Kent to seek out asylum seekers who’re fed as much as the again enamel with Britain.

As it turned darkish on Tuesday night final week, a lone determine stood exterior the Outreach centre carrying a hoodie and zipped-up jumper. This was an Eritrean Christian named Abel.

He instructed a distressing story of how, aged 14, he had fled Eritrea — a ruthless dictatorship in East Africa, the place each male should be a part of the navy at 18.

Abel ran away from this hell, as a lot of his countrymen do once they face the military call-up. He travelled by way of Libya, throughout to Italy, and on to northern France and Calais. There, he climbed on a lorry on a UK-bound ferry hoping for a brand new life right here.

Today, these desires are shattered. Although Abel was granted asylum years in the past, and even has a National Insurance card, which means he can work, he has ceaselessly discovered himself homeless.

For months, he lived underneath a tree behind a Dover kebab store on the portside. Now, he has a room within the Outreach centre, however he says his life is being wasted.

A couple of years in the past, he tried unsuccessfully to get a job in Leeds. Instead, he returned to the port, the one place he’s accustomed to within the UK.

‘I don’t know what to do,’ he says. ‘When I was younger I had hope. I see the days disappearing as I wander around Dover.

‘I talk to my mother on my mobile, and she weeps at what has become of me. I would like to go home to her and my nine brothers and sisters.’

The Home Office has a voluntary returns system, the place migrants who don’t need to keep are given a flight again to their dwelling nation with £3,000 of taxpayers’ cash on a bank card of their pocket. ‘But Eritrea is a difficult country,’ counters Abel, who speaks English properly and for 3 years studied to be a mechanic at a Dover faculty. ‘I do want to leave Britain, but it would be hard to go back to my homeland now.’

Meanwhile, Mohammed Boumatta, the weeping 17-year-old, is for certain what he desires to do. In Dover, tons of of lorries every week park and queue to affix ferries for France. He is decided to stow away on one.

His asylum papers present the Home Office deem him to be a Moroccan citizen, though he comes from Laayoune, the dusty capital of Western Sahara, a disputed territory on the North-Western coast of Africa.

His father is a goat-herder there, whereas his 25-year-old brother, Otmane, lives in Angers, western France, the place he’s a mechanic.

It was to stick with his brother that Mohammed set off a few years in the past, paying for a traffickers’ boat trip to the Canary Islands, now a hotspot for migrants fleeing Africa.

At first, all went properly. He was despatched as an unaccompanied younger migrant to mainland Spain by the federal government in Madrid. From there, he made his strategy to France to dwell along with his brother.

The French put him in class and paid him £600 a month as a residing allowance.

What was there to not like? ‘I was learning to speak French properly. I was soon speaking the language really well,’ he admits now, regret written on his face.

But in some way, whereas he was in Angers he fell in with a trafficking agent, who instructed him Britain was a greater nation.

‘The agent told me that, as an asylum seeker, I would get an English education, a house, and more money still,’ says Mohammed. ‘I borrowed the £1,000 for the trafficking agent from a friend of my brother’s.’

After getting off the boat in Dover, he was despatched to a migrants’ resort in Liverpool after which to a Home Office multi-occupation home in Hindley close to Wigan.

‘The men there were much older than me. I felt unsafe. I decided to leave to go back to France across the Channel. I already hated Britain,’ he says.

After his try to succeed in France ended at London City Airport, he was marooned. His asylum declare is up within the air.

‘No one at the Home Office has come looking for me,’ he explains over a plate of spaghetti at a Dover cafe. ‘I don’t suppose they care that I’m lacking.’

During his terrifying lorry journey throughout England, he lay on the axle between the car’s wheels. The driver mysteriously headed to City Airport through Felixstowe, the East Anglian container port, however didn’t cease there.

‘My body was inches from the ground the whole journey. I could have lost an arm, a leg or my life. I think the driver was lost.’

Now Mohammed is again residing tough on the dingy port. Does he nonetheless need to escape Britain?

‘Yes,’ comes the fast reply. ‘I will try every night — anything to get away from your country.

‘Coming to Britain was the biggest mistake of my life.’