Oct 13, 2008
Aug 30, 2008
Press Release
Excerpt From War Child''
A survival instinct:
I went every night to use the stationary bike, and cycled my way to exhaustion. I continued to sleep. Thoughts of suicide began to fade and I began to notice the world around me again.
This was a mixed blessing, as I discovered one night on my way back from the gym. I had noticed that there seemed to be a migration of cars to the camp parking lot almost every night of the week. I had no idea why.
This night I was alert enough to be curious about it and slipped to a vantage point from which I could watch the cars. What I saw brought a flood of memories.
The cars arrived, but no one got out. Eventually, though, someone from the camp—usually young and female—would go and poke her head into the open window of one of the cars. After a moment or two of discussion, the door would open and she would climb in.
This was a scene that happens on the corners of every city—girls (and young men as well) doling out sex for money.
Sometimes the cars would stay in the lot and the refugee would eventually emerge and go to another car or return to camp, but sometimes the cars would pull out and speed away. I began to hear of girls being raped or forced into prostitution, and worse…
Prostitution in the camps is rife; not only for money, but as a way out of a system that stresses one to the core. The social life is non-existent, the money they get is meager, and so they end up going out with different kind of men as a way to top up their finances or as an escape route from all the misery in the camps. Some of them have been raped, abused victimized and traumatized and they need help not jail, they need reorientation but not deportation.
Now on the major internet shops around the globe!
Media Contact
Bruce Cerew
Tel. +31 -346-555520
Website: http://http://www.warchildnet.com/
Weblog: http://bclink.wordpress.com/
A survival instinct:
I went every night to use the stationary bike, and cycled my way to exhaustion. I continued to sleep. Thoughts of suicide began to fade and I began to notice the world around me again.
This was a mixed blessing, as I discovered one night on my way back from the gym. I had noticed that there seemed to be a migration of cars to the camp parking lot almost every night of the week. I had no idea why.
This night I was alert enough to be curious about it and slipped to a vantage point from which I could watch the cars. What I saw brought a flood of memories.
The cars arrived, but no one got out. Eventually, though, someone from the camp—usually young and female—would go and poke her head into the open window of one of the cars. After a moment or two of discussion, the door would open and she would climb in.
This was a scene that happens on the corners of every city—girls (and young men as well) doling out sex for money.
Sometimes the cars would stay in the lot and the refugee would eventually emerge and go to another car or return to camp, but sometimes the cars would pull out and speed away. I began to hear of girls being raped or forced into prostitution, and worse…
Prostitution in the camps is rife; not only for money, but as a way out of a system that stresses one to the core. The social life is non-existent, the money they get is meager, and so they end up going out with different kind of men as a way to top up their finances or as an escape route from all the misery in the camps. Some of them have been raped, abused victimized and traumatized and they need help not jail, they need reorientation but not deportation.
Now on the major internet shops around the globe!
Media Contact
Bruce Cerew
Tel. +31 -346-555520
Website: http://http://www.warchildnet.com/
Weblog: http://bclink.wordpress.com/
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