In Bucharest, you can buy a young girl for 8,000 euros. I mean buy them as in you own them forever or until you sell them to someone else. Most of them are sold by their parents in Moldova when they are little children. As soon as they’re bought, the owner brands them. This is normally a tattoo of his name. I recently went to Bucharest to find and photograph some of these girls. One of the boatload of extremely awful things about this situation is that the girls have internalized their circumstances. This is their life, and they don’t lament it. It’s fucking heartbreaking. Bucharest became one of the roughest cities in Europe during the war in Yugoslavia and the mob built up an amazing network in the aftermath. No matter what you want, you just need to know the right person. These are some pictures of the kids I met during my stay in Bucharest and also a very sad letter that was sent to me by a girl whose owners wouldn’t let me take her picture. The above girl is Cezara. She’s 15 years old and the person who inspired this story. She comes from an extremely poor family. Her father was an alcoholic farmer who loved gambling. When she was seven years old, he racked up a big gambling debt and—at her mother’s suggestion, they decided to give Cezara as a gift to the mafia guy who owned the illegal gambling place. “I hated my parents for doing that but I got over it,” Cezara says. “I don’t agree with their decision but I don’t blame them for it. I understand the situation. I don’t remember much about them anyway. Some of my owners take good care of me. They buy me clothes and food and I have a place to sleep at night. I don’t need much more to live.” Since her parents gave her away to settle a debt, Cezara has been passing from one hand to another. She’s had five owners in the last eight years. Some owners pimped her and others took her home for their private pleasures. Right now she belongs to a big pimp and works on the streets 24 hours a day. The tattoos on her arms and chest are the names of her previous owners. Cezara was not styled at all for this picture That’s how she walks around town. (via SLAVERY’S BACK! - Only Cuter…)
In Bucharest, you can buy a young girl for 8,000 euros. I mean buy them as in you own them forever or until you sell them to someone else. Most of them are sold by their parents in Moldova when they are little children. As soon as they’re bought, the owner brands them. This is normally a tattoo of his name. I recently went to Bucharest to find and photograph some of these girls. One of the boatload of extremely awful things about this situation is that the girls have internalized their circumstances. This is their life, and they don’t lament it. It’s fucking heartbreaking. Bucharest became one of the roughest cities in Europe during the war in Yugoslavia and the mob built up an amazing network in the aftermath. No matter what you want, you just need to know the right person. These are some pictures of the kids I met during my stay in Bucharest and also a very sad letter that was sent to me by a girl whose owners wouldn’t let me take her picture. The above girl is Cezara. She’s 15 years old and the person who inspired this story. She comes from an extremely poor family. Her father was an alcoholic farmer who loved gambling. When she was seven years old, he racked up a big gambling debt and—at her mother’s suggestion, they decided to give Cezara as a gift to the mafia guy who owned the illegal gambling place. “I hated my parents for doing that but I got over it,” Cezara says. “I don’t agree with their decision but I don’t blame them for it. I understand the situation. I don’t remember much about them anyway. Some of my owners take good care of me. They buy me clothes and food and I have a place to sleep at night. I don’t need much more to live.” Since her parents gave her away to settle a debt, Cezara has been passing from one hand to another. She’s had five owners in the last eight years. Some owners pimped her and others took her home for their private pleasures. Right now she belongs to a big pimp and works on the streets 24 hours a day. The tattoos on her arms and chest are the names of her previous owners. Cezara was not styled at all for this picture That’s how she walks around town. (via SLAVERY’S BACK! - Only Cuter…)
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