Fondazione Caritas Senigallia

In 1995, I arrived in Senigallia, straight from the war... from Sarajevo, with my three children, ages 10, 9, and 2. Senigallia embraced me with great humanity, love, and sensitivity. We lived at Caritas for six months, and I will never forget the kindness and generosity of those who worked there, especially Sister Gioseppina. I remember that my children and I were the first family to move into the apartment of the new Reception Center in Piazzale della Vittoria, and the reporters from TG3 arrived to interview us. I lived in Senigallia for 17 years. My children are now adults and have their own families. I have three wonderful grandchildren, and I still talk to them, and will always talk to them, about those 17 years of my life spent in the paradise called Senigallia, where I met people with such big hearts. In the end...we became Italian too, and so we have two homelands: Bosnia and Italy. ❤️❤️ P.S. Sorry for my Italian...I don't speak this wonderful language often because I now live in Germany. I ❤️ ITALY

Very nice staff good behaviour and doing help for people

I'm a student, I'm sleeping outside. It's been two months. How can I get here? There's no contact and I don't even speak Italian.

I confirm that they provide very minimal assistance to Italians, due to the fact that, as in all charities and pseudo-help centers, there is obviously reverse racism here, not only for profit from foreigners but also out of irrational hatred against their own Italian people. Even the minimal assistance is provided with great annoyance by volunteers, both young and old, who are all deceitful, arrogant, rude, and unsympathetic, even snorting and mocking, just like the young managers in their early thirties, when people ask for help. The atmosphere in the shelter is not great; if there are individuals who cause disruption, the staff doesn't intervene but simply lets them continue to disturb them.

They are the best