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2017 (Narrative date)

There are an estimated 89,000 people living in modern slavery in Greece (GSI 2018). Traffickers exploit people from Greece and aboard in the country. Women and children from Eastern and Southern Europe, South and Central Asia, China, Georgia, Iraq, Nigeria, and Russia are subjected to sex trafficking in brothels, on the street, in massage salons and in hotels. While people subjected to forced labour are primarily children and men from Africa, Eastern Europe and South Asia. Debt bondage is reported to occur in the agricultural industry in Greece. And the marginalised Romani children are forced to sell goods on the street, beg, and commit theft. Refugee and migrant travellers are at an increased risk of human trafficking and modern slavery. 

Dimitria was kidnapped as a child and her trafficker attempted to sell her organs. She was discovered by police after guests at the hotel where she was being kept made a noise complaint. 

Basically, that woman had kidnapped us. She brought us here with the purpose of selling our organs. She basically wanted to kill us.  

I was born in Russia. I was in a Russian institution. After that, based on what I know, some woman took me and two other girls. She literally kidnapped us and brought us here with the purpose of selling our organs. She claimed we were her own children. She was keeping us in a hotel. As young kids, we were pretty loud. Hotel guests complained and that’s how we were discovered by the police. They tried to identify us. They managed to find the other girl’s identities. But nothing about me. As a result I go under that woman’s last name. Even now, I go under her last name. This feels foreign to me. It is not my own last name. I want to change it. 

I often think back and have terrible memories from what I’ve suffered. I want to leave everything behind and move on. I want to make something of my own, leave the rest behind. I want to move on. 


It’s really hard, because… you can’t help but wonder how cruel our world is. Can someone be that mean? It’s very upsetting and hard. 


I have no identity card. I have no birth certificate. I can’t find a job now that I’ve grown up. I can’t work. I feel like I’m nothing. Nothing, honestly. I can do nothing. If you have no identity, you are nothing. Nothing, zero, nada. 

I feel extremely lucky because I escaped a terrible situation. I could have been killed. But I was saved and I feel really lucky. 


Narrative credit to VICE 

Original source can be found here